Tuesday, November 29, 2016
Thursday, June 9, 2016
The grip and gambling of words have disappeared. Yet rain tempts me to write in some way or other. While reading my old blog posts, I could see the pride I held in scribbling. It is a great relief to watch rain for a few months every year. I can unwind myself. Yeah, “unwind” was a favorite word of mine once upon a time. While mastering my own mother tongue, I hardly spared time to follow universal language.
Today I am forced to write actually. My phone has zero balance. I could neither ring up someone or browse and chat via messenger apps. Above that, there is no power supply since morning. I have been watching rain all the while. Those drizzling whispered me to write. Rejecting its request is something I can’t imagine. I haven’t switched on my laptop for a few days. I was scared adverse climate would affect my laptop. No, it survived.
My desktop background is an image with definition of ‘nostalgia’. The word is defined as sentimental yearning for the happiness of a former place or time. In reality, a visit to Coimbatore last week supports my feeling as well as explanation of nostalgia. Coimbatore is a city located in Tamil Nadu, a state located at the extreme south of Indian peninsula. Known for educational institutions, city shares its border with Kerala. Like most of the Malayalis in north Kerala, I too chose this city for my post graduation in journalism. My college is placed on the outskirts of Coimbatore. Even if I hated the institution and people inside the campus, I am still a diehard fan of its surrounding.
To watch rain from there is heavenly. Before joining this college, one of my friends advised me that beauty of nature would make human being mad. He asked me to be careful. He was right. Many of the students especially in women’s hostel underwent treatment for depression. There was a huge hill with the shape of elephant right next to the campus. Clouds and fog used to hug and kiss it with great affection. Like devotees praying to the stone idol placed inside temple, students like me communicated silently with elephant hill.
On my visit last week, I found everything changed on the highway except the view of elephant hill. From four lanes, roads have been transformed to multi lanes. I couldn't spot my campus from the track. Still, elephant hill consoled me like the way it did five years ago. That mount and valley guarded me for two years. Whenever my mind was broken, they healed. Every time I fought with my best friend it would wipe my tears. I cannot express the amount of loneliness and harsh life I had in that campus.
I looked upon each rain. Drops fell on earth with no mercy. Earth still waited for downpour because the soil was so dry. Each drop gave hope. But, rainy season did its duty and showed its way to another ruthless summer. Earth hoped for a colorful life. Summer sucked moisture and expectations of ground. Even tears where dried up. Again and again, earth waited for autumn for its each and every cell to flourish.