Desi Train

It’s raining here in So-Cal. The first of this season. Wet blue skies, thunder, lightning, clouds crawling at a lazy pace; in a way that one would roll on one’s bed on a weekend morning.

There’s a tinge of sweet depression. But then there’s always been one whenever it rains, ever since I can remember. Perhaps it reminds me as a 6 years old, alone at home and playing with a stick in the balcony of my house, not being able to go down and play with friends. Bombay rains :-) - they can put a curfew without police force. Early teens saw me attached to Gulzar’s works and rain became an integral part of the evening mehfils. Old Monk, Thums up, spicy nuts, plastic or steel glasses, Gulzar on tape, my machine-drawing board serving as the makeshift dining table, friends or if alone - then with my notebook writing poetry – nothing great just some stuff which can’t even be called poetry.

Somehow in all this, now rains mean romance to me. It means holding someones hand and running down the streets splashing water with our stomping feet. O the act of drying each other with one itsy bitsy towel in the warmth of the house, grabbing her wet silky hair from behind and biting her lips…Laying on those clean white sheets, drinking hot coffee or tea while…..Gosh I can’t believe I’m thinking this right now when there’s tons of work on my desk.

Ironically whenever I have a woman in my life, it doesn’t rain and I don’t get these kind of poetic romantic feelings. Is this some kind of a sickening joke The Higher Power is playing with me? Can’t help but smile on this irony :-)

Too many things to do. Have to start preparing for my weeklong retreat. Going to Arizona at a retreat which will help me (I hope it does). Well, it is actually (helping), as I’ve been seeing stuff changing in me, around me, in bits and pieces, it is helping. Have to build my travel list, laundry, arrange clothes, tickets, cash, cards, phone numbers, confirmations, and as usual all this will be done in the last 48 hours before I leave, this coming Sunday.

And add to that these Rains. How could anyone be doing anything else besides holding one’s love under warm sheets with coffee by the bedside, looking outside the window watching the drops land on the glass…travel preparations be damned…:-)

This entry was posted on Tuesday, September 20th, 2005 at 2:12 pm
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