Happy Hymns

There is indeed something magnanimous about the mere existence of rain. Especially in here, the rains have arrived some weeks later than we originally would have preferred them. That means having to spend countless days in a climate which is sometimes either scorching, and other times sweating.

Having said that, I suppose the sanctity of monsoons would have been completely lost on many of us had it arrived the exact time we wanted it to. Having said that, we may also expect a certain case in which we would feel bloated with the abundant amount of rains to the point where seeing an inch of a golden speck on the sky would be the day to sing happy-hymns.

I guess it only enforces the idea of how much we ought to miss something only when it stays faraway from our reach. It is like being in a relationship for half a decade, things going as normally as much a chaotic fella fears it. When one of you asks the other about how much you love each other, you both casually brush off the question for you both take it for granted. Unless a time comes when you both have to live with a certain distance, do you realise the true worth each of you hold for the other person.

If that is going too far, then how about the childhood. I used to have this cartridge of a F1-Racing game. For as long as I had- and had it working- I never gave any care or attention towards it, being too busy playing Mario, Looney Tunes and all that. Until a day came when somehow it vanished itself off of my cartridge box. That day was the first time I got an existential crisis about how and why things go the way they go. Sure enough, however my mother ended up finding it, hidden in the chasm of the king-sized bed, for some reason.  

So, I may enjoy this season for as long as I can tolerate, and then go back to singing songs of praise for the sweaty summers, in the hopes it’ll return back to me like a misjudged lover. I guess it doesn’t hurt (even if it does) to see the things you cherish to be taken away from you, concisely so you may just realise, how much do you cherish that particular person, thing, or the season.

Namaste.