Lulluby

"Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby."

 -Langston Hughes

  

Dolly Parton

"The way I see it, if you want the rainbow, you gotta put up with the rain." 

 

Grave Digger

"Grave digger, when you dig my grave, could you make it shallow so that i can feel the rain?"

 -Dave Matthews Band

  

Dancing in the Rain

"Anyone who says sunshine brings happiness has never danced in the rain." 

-Anonymous 

Green Shadows, White Whale

“I went to bed and woke in the middle of the night thinking I heard someone cry, thinking I myself was weeping, and I felt my face and it was dry.

Then I looked at the window and thought: Why, yes, it's just the rain, the rain, always the rain, and turned over, sadder still, and fumbled about for my dripping sleep and tried to slip it back on.”

― Ray Bradbury

Rain Week

For the next seven days, I will only blog about rain.
Rain fascinates me. Have you ever thought about how it can be peaceful, yet thundering at the same time. It hammers onto your roof and doesn't let you sleep. But it is precisely the same sound that comforts you, and makes you feel closer to the universe.

Love

"I was born with an enormous need for affection, and a terrible need to give it."

-Audrey Hepburn

 

Patience

"Stalactites hang from the ceiling. Stalagmites grow from the floor. All are fragile crystals, born from the sweat of rocks in the depth of caves etched into the mountains by water and time. Stalactites and stalagmites spend thousands of years reaching down or reaching up, drop by drop, searching for each other in the darkness. It takes some of them a million years to touch.
They are in no hurry."


-Edwardo Galeano

Birds On A Wire

 

I am going to paint this someday.

Red

I have been wanting to try the classic bright red lipstick for a while now. My mother said I would look inappropriate when I asked for it on my birthday. But, I got it as a gift from a friend. I tried it. It looks Good! 

It doesn't look as good as it does on Angelina Jolie or Audrey Hepburn because I am a bit dusky. But with a little makeup, it looks pretty good. 

Cheesecake

One of my seniors died yesterday. I remember him. Though we didn't interact much, a few years ago, I remember fighting with him about cheesecake a few years ago, when we had common sports practice time. That's how much I know about him. That he liked cheesecake.
It saddened me to think of him dying. Reading about deaths in newspapers doesn't make you feel any different. You just say, "Oh, that's sad", and forget about it. But when it happens to someone you know, you are struck with the reality of it. I couldn't believe that something like this had actually happened. It was as it my fantasy world had clashed with the real world.And all I had to remember him by, was Cheesecake.

What Happens Next

My teacher said "I thought I'll come over a little late. I thought she would be free!"
And it happened. The hurricane burst forth, destroying everything in its path. Unfortunately for me, I was the closest to it. It spun round and round all around me. I couldn't see clearly, and the only thing I heard was the voice of the winds swishing all around me. I tried to sing Celine Dion's 'I'm Alive' in my mind. But I was soon distracted.
When my teacher finally came, I took revenge. She was the reason for the hurricane and even if she didn't feel its full force, she would experience it slowly. I dropped my usual playful attitude and began my hostility. I could see that she sensed a change in me, but she did not ask about it. This continued for the next four classes.
I was surprised by the way she reacted to it. She wasn't ever rude to me. She was the most normal she could be. She even joked about things to bring  me back. But I had suffered, and I would make her suffer.

Then I heard a story about a girl who committed suicide because she wasn't forgiven for a mistake she made. She jumped off a cliff and ended her still young life. And I felt the most guilty I had ever felt. After all, humans are the ones that make mistakes.
Maybe I'll talk to her tomorrow.

A Teacher

It was a warm sunny Saturday afternoon, around two o'clock. I was waiting for my teacher to come home and start teaching me Hindi. She was supposed to have come by now, but she wasn't home. My mother's patience battery was lowering fast. With a housewarming party approaching, my mother was already very stressed. She picked up her iPhone, went to Contacts and then to 'Y'. The only contact was my Hindi teacher's, which she dialed. I, standing right next to her, shook in my house slippers. Like animals can sense earthquakes, I could sense this hurricane.

My Hindi teacher picked up the phone. My mom asked her why she wasn't home yet through gritted teeth. I bit my nails. My Hindi teacher gave a L-O-N-G excuse. And I patiently waited for the storm to burst.

to be continued...

Guilty

I have a friend who blames herself for all the fight that happen in our little group. She blames herself and then cries about it for days. To lighten her mood about something that happened, I was just joking about how she is the cause of everything that happens in the world. I even managed to link her to the earthquake in Japan!
It was all light jokes and fun, but it got me thinking. Isn't it true that everyone is connected to everyone in ways that can affect the world? Have you ever seen "The Curious Case Of Benjamin Button"? He gives a perfect example of this. How Daisy hurt her leg and had to give up dancing for ever was a result of the intermingling of several lives and problems. In that way, we could be the reason why something happens on the other side of the world. Even the good incidents.

What Happens When You Have A Fight With Your Best Friend

I walked to the local stationary shop yesterday, where I usually go with my Best Friend. We used to go there almost twice a week, but yesterday, I had to walk alone. I went there, got some papers photocopied and bought a pencil. I noticed the twenty-something boy who helps there. His nails were two inches long! Literally. The one on his left pinky was painted black. Just to tease him, I said, "I thought girls put nailpolish." And then, with a giggle, I silently walked back home.
My Best Friend and I, we normally made fun of these things. We would laugh at it for weeks. But now, my craving for wanting to share this with someone had died out. I couldn't enjoy the simplest things in life, like a midnight phone conversation or a scoop of vanilla at the ice-cream shop. I want her back to make life simpler, and easier.

Floating

Have you ever seen a feather floating in the sky? And then it comes down to you, slowly sinking with the pull of gravity. You look up at it, not wanting it to come down. You push it up to the clouds with your thoughts, but it disobeys you. You hold out your hands under it and wait patiently. It drifts down. Just as it is about to land into your palm, a breeze blows it away, and you run to catch it. You stretch your hand and reach for it. You feel it, soft as the clouds it has come from. You hold it safe within the dome of your palm. You close your eyes, make a wish and open your palms, blowing it up to the sky.