The room looks different,for a control freak like me a messy room is too hard to stand.Have been rearranging every single thing in ma room for the past one week.The neatly spread sheet on ma bed,polished photo frame,a small basket of scramble blocks,a glass mug filled with water,dust free carpet,soft toys arranged in order....all work over and done with.The room revamped did offer a new challenge ,to get away from its inviting charm.The very sight of uncrubled sheets induces sleep in me.Mom has banned me from closing the door before 10pm.I'm badly wanting to try ma luck in interior designing.May be one day if i ever plan to switch ma career i would like to come back to this profession that lets me express ma artistic genes, without boundaries.
I badly wanted a light shower,when i reached back home .Summer heat was taking a toll on my body but, got more than what i wished for,for now its raining heavily.Summer doesn't makes you as uncomfortable as monsoons.You walk through the road concentrating hard on how to avoid big muddy water pools and there ,the driver of a car swish past your,splashing the dirty water over your kurtha.Most of the shops doesn't allow you to take your leaky umbrella inside and after you have made past all those wet clothes brushing past you, you find your umbrella missing.Kerala monsoons is a nightmare that you have to live through to appreciate ma writings.
If you are sitting in your couch comfortably,sipping hot tea,reading a nice fiction then there is no better season than monsoons.Hear the rain droplets whispering in your ears,watch the birds take shelter.God!!!im swaying...if ...leave it...let it rain, let it quench mother Earth's thirst,let life thrive....