So as promised here I am with a brand new season of
blogathon. Errr… does it sound like opening of a reality show or tele series?
Well I am thrilled to the core about this so even if it sounds like one, it
truly pronounces my excitement. I haven’t blogged for months, and while I kept
planning for the second season blogathon all this year, it never really happened. I
am glad I made an announcement earlier this week and kicked my ass to own up
this turf of mine. I write almost every day in some form or the other but somehow
the happiness of posting a blog here is unparalleled. The sheer idea of
connecting with your readers over a blog or any form of writing for that matter, lifts up my mood on any gloomy day. In fact it does give an unbeatable
adrenaline rush to write here and thereafter see the performance on the post. I
am a bit stuck up kinda person when it comes to stats. If not completely, then
partially they do raise up my happiness quotient. So while this month is going
to unleash one post here every day, it guarantees 31 days filled with
excitement, boisterousness and happiness. And what all I promise to offer?
Short stories, poetry, some photo features, memoirs and … well not planned
beyond this. But would love to surprise myself. So lets get go….
Let us begin with a simple and honest smile. A smile
which would light up this moment. Let us live this moment right here right now
free of all the stress and negativities which life throws on us and be in peace
with our inner self, our inner child. I share a beautiful quote I came across
this morning.
[Image courtesy: goodngreat.com]
Just a food for thought… Instead of mulling over the
unhappiness brought forward from the past, let us create a better today which
will give us happier memories tomorrow and an inspiration to dream for a bigger and
better tomorrow. We are the creator of our lives so lets paint anew, brighter portrait
of our future with myriad hues.
On the first day of the blogathon I bring you the story
of Ria in Sounds of Love….
[Image courtesy: www.pixelstalk.net]
The tiny water droplets on the tin shed were gaining
volume infrequently, altering the noise of their splatter every time. The cool
monsoon breeze swirling around the wind chime made the tinkling music change
chords frequently. Her soul reverberated with the enchanting tunes of the wind
chime which created a distinct symphony every time. Ria loved it and every little thing which
came along with this season. The drunk muddy smell of the satiated earth, the
overindulging breeze, the drops falling on her sensuous beautiful face, water
running across the toes through the strings of the loafers.
Everything about monsoons was surreal and somehow connected her deep within.
She could spend her entire life getting soaked in the romanticism of this
weather. The skies flashing above along with all the accompanied drama is what
she wanted to see. She wished to see the myriad coloured greens which spilled
over every nook and corner of her little world. Sampat kaka told it looked
beautiful. The misty mornings which she smelled, getting drenched in supernal
happiness, the blur on foggy day, and how it appeared when the hills beyond
enjoyed the incessant showers but the world this side was still athirst for it.
Above all she wanted to see the most doting eyes in the world which were of her
aai, Shobhna. They were Ria’s gateway to the enchanting world around. Since the
day doctors divulged the news of Ria’s inability to see, Shobhna’s life had
only one dream, to get Ria’s eyes treated, but nowhere she got a positive
reply. Once again she was building hopes with Dheeraj returning back from abroad
after finishing his studies. He was now an eye surgeon. Dheeraj was the only
son of Kulkarni’s, their neighbours of decades. The family had moved five years
back and settled in Delhi after Dheeraj relocated years ago to pursue higher
studies.
‘Ria come inside and wear something warm. We will be
leaving in another 10 min,’ Shobhna shouts to make herself hear over the noise
of rain knocking on the tin shed, but Ria continues to sway on the rocking
chair in the verandah. She could sit here for hours like a silent ghost,
detached but alive and feeling every bit of it.
‘Aai, I don’t want to go. Why are you forcing me?’ Ria
replied. Her voice lowered hearing Shobhna approach.
‘Okay don’t come. As it is, the rain doesn’t seem to stop
for another few hours.’
Ria called him Dheer. They grew up almost together being
immediate neighbours but in their respective worlds. They met at family get
together and other important occasions. At times the conversations ran out
across the common fence, when Dheer inquired about her well being. It cheered
her up instantly but even she knew he is just being courteous. Ria’s solitude
and aai’s pep talks made her strong, mentally senesce but at times she had her moments of despair.
Ria was just twelve when Dheer left Najod. Nothing
changed for either of them.
‘We are leaving Ria. Will be back soon.’ The door panels
clasped each other and got bolted from outside.
Few kilometers away at the Najod railway station, the
signals were turned green to flag in, the train coming from Mumbai.
If you liked the piece here, please do visit tomorrow to
see the story progress…
Till then have a kicking day ahead. Enjoy the romanticism
of rains if it is raining in your city and if not hope for one. Wishing you a
good day ahead, I sign off for the day ….
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