Monthly Archives: August 2016

Whispering rain

It is a whisper in the air that welcomed me as I stepped out for my morning walk. soft rain, small pellets of water falling on my hands as a reminder to quench my soul. Rain fell like poetry; every drop a single letter in a song that took eons to sing. The rain had always been music, calling to me in ways beyond words. When the patter of the drops tumbles from gray skies the melody brings serenity no matter the chaos in life. Rain brings forth a lot of sweet memories.
Each droplet alighted on my skin with enough coolness commanding my mind to enjoy the magic of the present moment, to pull away from the pain. The beads of raindrops over my face joined to wash over me in a delicate cascade of trickles. I raised my eyes to the gray layer that touched the horizon , there were rays of light pushing through the dark clouds over the sea. In spite of the drizzling rain, the sun peeped out with hues of pink as if it was blushing with the kiss of the raindrops.
I stood there for a moment under the looming clouds. Then water began to sprinkle, cold and wet on my skin. Little droplets of water drenched me as I stood by the sea, the waves tickling me with mere tenderness. Drops of water trickled down my body as I stood there frozen, my gaze fixed on the horizon, staring at the beauty of the whole scenario.


The alluring Netravathi.

Life is made up of tiny little joys derived from everything around you. I believe life is in the little things, the tiniest ones.  Simple little things, when you connect the dots between all these little joys life seems fuller.  Little joys in life   are a celebration of life and feeling alive. Why does a river enthrall me? I really don’t know. I love nature or may be it teams up with life. Perhaps it is the tranquility of a river or the sight of water that has an instantly calming effect. The rivers look so amazing!

A river in the silhouette of the rising or the setting sun is a beautiful sight to behold, one that captivates the soul. It is a beautiful feeling to visualize drifting down the river, to a rendezvous with the setting sun. The setting sun disappears, with the twilight slowly creeping in hanging her colored curtain down with such a breathtaking beauty, that it reflects the same way in the river and the heart. The scenic beauty around Netravathi is awe-inspiring.

The softly meandering river, lush green banks, tall elegant trees, shimmering in the morning sun, is a spectacular sight.  The river spread before me like a broad belt of gold and silver brocade. It is breathtaking to view the rising sun mirroring in the almost unruffled water surface where a curled ripple in it like the tiny crest that glittered like a golden flame. The river, a sleeping cobra lying across the land in smooth seductive curves, beautiful in the morning light; the sight of a river makes my heat sink, with a yearning to be one with the river, drifting along in a canoe In the post-sunrise light the water sparkles,  beautiful like a painting. In the blinding light, the river looks like a semi-molten mirror.

The journey over the Netravathi is definitely alluring. I  felt  like a small excited child looking both sides to drink in its panoramic beauty, with small boats ferrying across, and the rains make it all the more beautiful. No wonder it has the capacity to allure as well as devastate.

Feathered story

She felt an urge to soar high,

as she amassed the strength to fly,

with bold wings she flew,

yet was brutally clipped down.

She took the plunge down,

to land on placid waters,

drifting in its deluging beauty

while her wings healed.


The roseate dawn.

I wonder if there is anything  like watching a beautiful sunrise by the sea, to remind me that I am fully alive – enjoying those precious magical moments. Taking the time to gaze at the horizon while watching the  breakthrough of the dawn’s colors in the  sky is truly magnificent. It is a reminder of beauty in life.

As I stepped out  to take a short cut to the beach, I saw dawn’s dim light breaking out though it was still dark. The lights of an incoming flight   did light up my soul. When I reached the beach the sea was still dark with the rays of dawn brightening up, with the blinking lights of a few ships harbored there. One side of the beach was gray and the other side blue; but  both the reflection gave the sea a beautiful and inviting look, to venture into it. Dawn was flushing and the lights were gushing filling me with varied emotions. It was dusting the placid sky with tendrils of pink.

The breeze was cool and the splashing waves that caressed my aching feet was chill. A random thought came to my mind, “Real life has no filter.” Why I thought so, I really down know. But I knew that I wanted to savor every moment taking life as it is, a stream of one’s passion doing what you love the most.

The grains of sand hurt my bare feet as I walked along the wet sand as the waves came overlapping in a competing manner. The waves were in a mood of fun, making me wonder if they were overjoyed about something. They playfully overlapped each other  crashing down with sprays of water high and low. It looked to me as if they were having a competition as to which wave sprayed the highest. Walking along the beach, I was only too willing to get drenched by the spraying water from the waves. I realized that walking along the wet sand early in the morning was definitely healing.