Memoir On A Monsoon..


 ഓരോ മഴയും ഓരോ കഥയാണ്  തരുന്നത്. പ്രണയത്തിന്റെ, കാത്തിരിപ്പിന്റെ, വിരഹത്തിന്റെ... ഓര്മകളുടെ ഒരു മലവെള്ളപ്പാച്ചിൽ... വരണ്ട ഭൂമിയുടെയും മനസിന്റെയും ദാഹം അലിഞ്ഞുതീരുന്ന ഓരോ മഴയിലും ഓര്മകളുടെ പുൽനാമ്പുകൾ പൊട്ടി കിളിര്തു. യാത്ര പറഞ്ഞു നീ  പോയ ഒരു മഴക്കാലത്ത്‌ നമ്മുടെ അശ്രുബിംബങ്ങൾ കരിമുകിലുകളുടെ തേങ്ങലോടു ചേർന്ന് മണ്ണിൽ വീണു. നിന്നെക്കുറിച്ചുള്ള നൊമ്പരം പോലും സുഖമുളള  ഒരു അനുഭൂതി ആയി. ആ നൊമ്പരത്തെ ഈറനണിയിച്ച കര്ക്കിടകം പ്രതീക്ഷകളുടെ ഒരു ചിങ്ങമാണ് എനിക്ക് വാഗ്ദാനം ചെയ്തത്.



Monsoons always draw near with a hoard of delightful memories intriguing my thoughts and works. I wished to open this work with an article of  my dad on rain. But my ever updating memory's friction with books has held me back.However, reminiscence of some lovely episodes of life remain untouched by oblivion-might be bcoz they have grazed my heart,not my brain.I doubt which will be heavier-my heart or brain? Hopefully the former.
                                

                    Some persons have said that rain brings poems,romance and passions to our minds.A modern professional may add that the thirst for a cup of hot coffee gets tagged along behind a downpour.However, I feel something different when it rains. I write this from the cafeteria of my college when everyone around me enjoys a hot Nescafe and a snack. I don't know why I alone have prefferred to eat a conetop?-sounds crazy?But I think  an ice cream in a shower can forge our senses more sentient..... Though the drizzling sound and the water beads dripping from the foliage, thrown at our face by the naughty wind adorn the setting and the smell of hot puffs, samosas and cutlets fill the air, i feel the revelries around me incomplete.


                    its not the shower outside, but there is an unending rainy season in my heart. sending paper boats in the water pool in the courtyard, playing in the rain unseen by amma, to sit by the window and enjoy the foliage, touching the small water droplets on the window panes-- all these form a part of my memory. what i miss the most is my mom's house. 

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