Sunday, January 24, 2010
It is not raining...
Looking at my neem tree now days is like looking at a young girl who did not see her loved one for long time and a thick layer of sadness have covered her face, like her I am also missing the rain a lot, I dont know what plan sky has for the earth this year. But I think it must send its message of love through rain.I would love to witness that moment when earth receives it with all her shyness and suddenly her face becomes a beautiful spot of happiness. Me and Neem are also hoping for it .She wants to spread her arms more widely, so she can be great help for nest of the pair of birds which sit whole day but fly away in evening.
I consider rain a friend who meets rarely but whose company has a deep joy. Its reminds me lot of best memories of my village life, I remember when first drops of early rain used to touch the muddy yard ,the most beautiful smell spread all around. Rain reminds me my sister's first day at school which was across he hill she was 5 years old and was one of the cutest child in world.When school was off and we were up for return to home rain had begun then our Principal who used to live in school even after school times because his home was too far.
He picked up my sister and walked over the Hill towards our home.In the way he talked a bit about his family and asked a bit about ours ,that day we came to know that he was a normall human being other wise we thought of him as a martian.
When we got home we were so excited ,Next day my Mother went to school and thanked him.
Rain reminds me about lot of wonderful things but let it rain first.