The rainy season is at its
topmost form in Kerala this year with more than 24 cm rainfall till now which
is a very rare phenomenon in the last two decades. Today, the rain has stopped
a bit but it’s still cloudy up above and I can hear the wind howling around
blowing away the leaves over the treetops and also blowing away my clothes that
were out to dry on the clothesline. I just hurried up and picked them up and
came inside to sit down and write.
Four days ran away like in the
blink of an eyelid. I was down with fever from Monday and I don’t know why I
let myself travel till my workplace 130 km away and then back again when I
myself felt the situation getting out of my control. Whew!!! Don’t want to
think about those 7 hours of hell when my temperature just began to sore.
Consulted the doc, took some heavy dose pills and I am back to near-normal.
These days have given me two
great sorrows and I am not going to forget this rainy season ever. One of my
good friends has lost his father to liver cirrhosis and the other sorrow I am
not disclosing on ground of fear and respect to the people involved. So maybe
that’s why I am feeling so disturbed at heart. It’s like my heart is saying
something is not right around you. But what is the solution that I can offer???
There is no solution that happens to come to my mind other than offering my
condolence to those living.
Everyone knows that death is
always tragic and no one rejoices in death except if it is that of an enemy.
Still death is inevitable and everyone respects death as he arrives as an
uninvited guest at unexpected circumstances. We realise the beauty of life when
we face the death of our dear and near ones. The death which really shook me
was my uncle’s as I had mentioned somewhere in my older posts. Then there was
the death of my squirrel over which I cried my heart out. Tears are intertwined
with death. Sometimes I feel the futility of tears in the face of death. Isn’t
that just our selfishness which brings tears to our eyes? Or is it real love
for that person because of which we cry?Maybe both are involved on a 50-50
basis.
