“9 meters per second.
That’s how quickly the memories fell, torrentially, throughout the morning. I lay drenched between the folds of a blanket, shielding a hint of sunlight, deep within my ribs.”
Rain turns most of us into poets. It warms up deep corners in our chest, as we drink through our eyes and taste the flavor of the earth. Memories of yester-years swirl in our mind along with the aroma of ginger tea and deep-fried fritters. Outside my window, I watch drizzle turn into a heavy downpour. As the water starts collecting in the backyard, I am glad that I don’t have to turn the sprinkler on for a few days.
But I wonder if my mom shares such fond memories. Does it remind her of a village swallowed by flood or the ravenous river that burps out remnants of thatched roofs the morning after? What does rain mean to someone who had washed utensils sitting on top of a table as the water flowed underneath them, through the living room? Does it bring back the smell of mud-plastered bamboo walls as she builds her home year after year?
“Assam floods” is breaking news yet again. I watch houses, bridges, and livestock wash away in blurry videos. The soil erosion has threatened the existence of Majuli, the largest river water island of India. My Dad hails from Majuli. He studied in a school which is currently located in the deep depths of Brahmaputra. This cultural nerve center is reducing day by day as we helplessly watch its slow extinction.
Maybe that is a reason why I have never seen her sitting by the window, enjoying a light drizzle as most Millenials do. Never heard her cherish fond memories of the rain. Instead, she would be in the kitchen, brewing red tea and frying onion pakodas for the netizens busy writing prose for their 24-hour story.
I love the sound of raindrops falling on the window sill. There’s a rhythm to it, almost soothing as if consoling your heart, just in case it opened doors to places you closed years ago.
Photography: All photos were taken in my backyard through Oppo R9 Plus
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