Its raining in South India now. I am seated by my window with a piping cup of local chai, watching the rain pattering on the glass. Its a beautiful feeling. I still have a few books to read and there’s nothing that can beat the beautiful combination of hot masala chai, a great book in hand and the monsoon. The swell of the ocean brings about a now familiar November and December as the North-East Monsoon sets in.
This is a marked change from my days in Vancouver where the turn of the season from October to November brought about the most vivacious of colours on the trees. Its a throwback of some sorts, a nostalgia. Alas I pride myself in saying that I am not a nostalgic person but nature can get me back there – rain, the grey skies….I do miss the yellow, maroon red, pink and brown maple leaves.
The colours of nature are indeed wonderful. If the monsoon can offer colours of a different kind, I am not complaining 🙂 But the heart longs for both. How can I possibly get them both?
Nature is always…always beautiful.