I went to sleep on Sunday night at my usual hour, 2 AM. Half asleep I heard rain falling and listened to it for a while and just loved it, as I knew I will not have to go out in the water logged streets in the morning. Like I had till last year, crossing kilometres in knee deep water to reach office or home, praying that I don’t get sucked in some manhole or break my leg by falling in some ditch.
Then the power went off and came again, it was repeated few times. Finally I woke up at 11 AM, when I went to the outer room it was still raining, I went to the window and opened it and saw that it was drizzling and the trees were gently swaying.
By that time the power has gone.. vanished, little did I knew that it will return the next day at 5 PM, I thought it will be back after the rain stops.
Then slowly the wind started to gather speed , the coconut trees started to shake, but as I have seen storms in small town, where the coconut trees bow down as if they will snap any minute, I was not alarmed. I enjoyed the thing for hours just standing at the window and glaring at the light bulb hoping it to start burning again.
Very frankly I was surprised when I read the news today. I would have been shocked if my brother has not informed me about a cyclone striking Kolkata (via phone) from another state.
In a metro filled with houses its not possible to feel a cyclone from a storm. I still remember when the horrible cyclone came down on bangladesh in 1998 or so I was in my hometown and the sound of the wind was so scary that I could not sleep for hours.
Aila came, visited us and left after uprooting ample amount of trees and lampposts and electric poles.. but I loved that dance of rain and wind. It was a divine tango, I just stood watching it, listening to rabindrasangit.. ei shrabaner buker bhitar agun aachhe… these clouds hide a fire within their soul.
I spent the day writing poems and reading books.
Then the power went off and came again, it was repeated few times. Finally I woke up at 11 AM, when I went to the outer room it was still raining, I went to the window and opened it and saw that it was drizzling and the trees were gently swaying.
By that time the power has gone.. vanished, little did I knew that it will return the next day at 5 PM, I thought it will be back after the rain stops.
Then slowly the wind started to gather speed , the coconut trees started to shake, but as I have seen storms in small town, where the coconut trees bow down as if they will snap any minute, I was not alarmed. I enjoyed the thing for hours just standing at the window and glaring at the light bulb hoping it to start burning again.
Very frankly I was surprised when I read the news today. I would have been shocked if my brother has not informed me about a cyclone striking Kolkata (via phone) from another state.
In a metro filled with houses its not possible to feel a cyclone from a storm. I still remember when the horrible cyclone came down on bangladesh in 1998 or so I was in my hometown and the sound of the wind was so scary that I could not sleep for hours.
Aila came, visited us and left after uprooting ample amount of trees and lampposts and electric poles.. but I loved that dance of rain and wind. It was a divine tango, I just stood watching it, listening to rabindrasangit.. ei shrabaner buker bhitar agun aachhe… these clouds hide a fire within their soul.
I spent the day writing poems and reading books.
as long as your safe and sound
ReplyDeleteAila spared my neighbourhood too, today i went out to do some shopping did not see any sign of her fury. she has been content by breaking some branches. good girl!!
ReplyDeletein the open areas she has been really furious it appears.
its good to hear from you again. welcome back
ReplyDeletedear zakeer,
ReplyDeleteThanks for the welcome. :)
you have not written any thing lately.
with loving wishes,