Teeming Monsoon💦

Teeming Monsoon💦

I tried to convince myself that these raindrops will bring something new for sure, because the transition of blue turning grey is itself very potent and convincing. The mud adhered to my shoes,  the wet anklets of my jeans,  sleeves of my new tee, the green around me getting revitalised, all the dusty windows and houses getting renewed, the pale boards, their signs and the messages on the roads starting to convey more evidently, wet souls of leaves fallen on the earth, the rain water filling the voids, the grills of my gate beginning to shine, raindrops adding a new flavour to my coffee, the banana leaves in my backyard devising miniature diamonds, the rainbow after a good fall, the sun, the essence of wet soil, the moisture in air, and the extra water filling the voids of my heart, my drenched soul, writing a new story, the words resting under the shade of my heart,  everything is just  part of monsoon, they are excursively contributing in rain, they are adding up to the best part of my life. Disclosing eminent love stories of nature, where it is just about giving more and taking less. Elucidating with perfect examples so that I will not be able to refuse it. By aiding, recollecting and reconsidering a few things, folding and unfolding my thoughts. Looking at them, embracing them. Appreciating the dirtiest stories of my life, admiring them. The process of loving and unloving life is so pleasing. 

This teeming monsoon just tells you to move on, some changes are way too convincing. These fragments will rejoin, remould and ultimately lead you to something new. Just have faith in the ugh days, the meh days, the blah days, the shit days, the pale days of your life, because that is the key

Shruti Sawant 💤