Euphoria of the rains
So magical and true were the last few moments that the patriotism I cherished in my personality became a second fiddle though the incitement of the high notes of national heritage and pride played around me in full glory.
DRIZZLING RAIN, resplendent with the feeling of solipsism, I am in my bliss of solitude tramped ahead for my music class while the tunes of ‘Suhana Safar aur ye mausam haseen; Hamen dar hai hum kho Na jayen kahin…’ were being hummed to my ears by my soul. I felt like Casper for whom rain droplets echoed from the tree leaves…sudden jiggles of water was the only splendour of music the entire atmosphere would sense. I mesmerised by the picturesque environment slowed down to a snails pace so as to engulf the scene into my soul. The trees reminded me of the beanstalk and became a synagogue for a Rabbi of nature.
Entering the music hall with my heart still yeaning to be in the limelight of the rains and eyes saturated to the maximum extent ready to burst at any instant, I could envision the Aryan in me. So magical and true were the last few moments that the patriotism, I cherished in my personality became a second fiddle though the incitement of the high notes of national heritage and pride played around me in full glory.
Entering the music hall with my heart still yeaning to be in the limelight of the rains and eyes saturated to the maximum extent ready to burst at any instant, I could envision the Aryan in me. So magical and true were the last few moments that the patriotism, I cherished in my personality became a second fiddle though the incitement of the high notes of national heritage and pride played around me in full glory.
I long for this essence and persona to engulf me each day for the rest of my life.
Hail the rains.
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