There is something about the coming of the monsoon that gets me really excited. Like a child yearning for a much-awaited goodie. Blistering as it still is, I take solace in the fact that I can feel the rain coming. I see it in the clouds that hang low. I smell it in the moisture-laden dawn air when I wake up and open my balcony. I see it in the waves that are heavy and getting bigger by the day. I feel it in the inky twilight that hangs close to the surface of the earth. And I saw it on Saturday at the beach. Nothing spells the impending monsoons like this sight did.
Even now, over two years since I’ve moved to Goa, I have a gentle, yet breathtaking moment here and there, that takes me completely by surprise and remind me of where I am. Overwhelming, completely taking my breath away, its these rare moments that suddenly bring me back to life, and gently shake me out of my smug existence. In the trap that is life, I often forget that I’m actually just 10 minutes away from this.
I forget that Saturday evenings can be spent here. Music in my ears, sand in my feet, wind in my hair. Chasing the sun as it goes down. I forget that there’s life beyond laundry, weekend chores, shopping lists, neverending to-dos, overflowing Outlook calendars, daunting KRAs and the like.
It’s moments like these that remind me that perhaps the chaos of the present is but a means to an end. And end I often lose sight of. That getting caught in the how’s of the here and now, makes me forget the why’s of a time to come. It’s moments like these that make me slow down, slower still and remind myself that I cannot be confined and that I must not be in a rush to conform. It reminds me to enjoy the song when I feel like it. To let myself write when I feel like it. To drive out alone if I feel like it. To do the things I want to, when I feel like it, because there is no better time than now.
It’s moments like this that really make me believe that life right now, while it seems like things couldn’t get better, has bigger things in store for me. And while I wait, I’m reminded that I must not forget to stop and smell the
roses monsoon laden air.
It’s moments like these that keep me coming back for more.