The rains have finally visited Trichy. And trust me, it feels divine to just stand in the balcony with the droplets splashing on my face and the misty wind flowing trough, taking me along with them to the clouds. And the chill that runs through the skin feels inexplicable. I have already put to words the bliss I feel when it rains, but this year too, the rains have brought with them the countless memories. Memories with so many stories to tell. The memories that I miss so much that sometimes they hurt. Once a friend asked me to cherish only the happy memories. And it did not feel right. People might say otherwise, but to me, its these memories that somehow define my existence so far. Happy. Sad. Of no consequence. It is these memories in which I can search for joy. Where I can look out for some smiles. Smiles so contagious that they transcend over the past and infect our minds.
And then, standing over the balcony in the rain, I reminisce. The happiness of the past. The little things that felt threatening at some time now bring a joyous feeling.
For the past few weeks, I have been searching for my scintilla of happiness. That pinch which makes life so easy. But standing over the balcony, in the rain, as I lived through my memories yet again, I realized one thing.
It is the little victories of life that matter so much. I have been planning for the wars, the future, looking for my happiness hither and thither that I ignore the small things that matter. Forget the big wars, the big plans. Forget what went wrong, what could it have been. And look at the small things. Its these small moments that will make life so easy. And its these small things, these small victories that will bring a smile when it is scarce.
So, as I stand over my balcony, now drenched in this rain... All I hear is the pitter patter as the drops hit the walls.
Pitter Patter...
Pitter Patter...
Good one Spikey.. your blog is very poetic and the picture is excellent, as well.. Keep it up :)
ReplyDeleteHey Spikey, Thanks for the kind words. :-) Its these words where I draw my inspiration from!
ReplyDeleteIm not exactly sure where happiness is found. Some believe it has to be created. Well, that's either here no there. What I do believe is that there is a happy place for everyone. I private terraine in one's mind that no one can cross the threshhold of. The rain does possess it's own native tounge. But only the blessed can translate it. Thank you for telling me what it said.
ReplyDeleteI loved this one...Abheek gud1. Happiness and sadness both are momentory, it doesent stay for long. It is what makes us the person we are at the end of the day.
ReplyDeleteYes! And as I have learnt during my existence so far, it is the now which is of any consequence... more than the former or the latter. That is why probably they say...Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery. But Today is a gift. That is why it is called Present.
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