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A blank slate | Musings

        If you keenly notice, it never comes without announcing. But today at evenfall, nature decided to carouse and have some fun. The curtains pull and the canvas turns black and dark. The window blinds rattle with each other. In nanoseconds, a dart of light flashes, followed by the clap of thunder. The storms rage and clouds fight, resulting in more thunder and lightning. The coconut and the mango tree oscillate in the wind violently, just like a blubbering child who has exhausted his play-time. The dried leaves run their marathons, some getting teared up and some catching a flight to long, long distances. I slowly kick back behind the blinds on the berth before it. We stop talking for a while and watch the happenings around us. 
        The water starts clogging, and each drop ripples like a thousand stones thrown together. The usual cat guests, soaked in water, skid at the gates and carefully squish themselves through the gaps, finding shelter under the car. Everything ceases and there are zero vehicles on the road. The downpour hits hard on the interlocks pitter-patter, pitter-patter. Slowly the intensity of the precipitation drops. Water starts to recede. Cats run away. The last few drops falling on the tattered tarpaulin at the west end of the house break the silence. Birds emerge, singing merrily the long-lost love tales and engines ignite chasing their destinations. 
        I stare at the bilimbi tree on my right, all flowered and bushy; green and pale. The attention is snatched by an overly ripened fruit hitting the floor, shedding a tear or two. The orangey canvas returns and the sun slowly obliterates its colours to black. An hour has passed by, etching a trillion other images and sounds. The downpour of unresolved conflicts and sorrows has been washed and a new slate is here. Just like rain never comes to stay, dejection and despair don't last forever. But it does come by giving the reasons to put efforts to make us gaiety. 
 
Anakha | 8:04 PM
Snapped just after today's rain!

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