Stuffy, hot, listless days have finally made way for rain-soaked, lusciously wet days. The air has cleared. The clouds hang low, pregnant, weighed down by vapour that has just turned to water, waiting to return to the earth an complete the circle of life. Clouds burst at the slightest opportunity. The wind is back, and how! The air is clean, and I want to puff my chest out and swallow it up in big gulps. There have been walks in the neighbourhood and I’m venturing out without reason again!
Summer went by tediously slow, and even more so because I didn’t get much done at all. The days dragged on, like painfully reminding me that the monsoon looked to be delayed. I spent large parts of it unhappy, unable to focus on anything constructive and I’ve paid the price for my tremendous sloth. All my deadlines have been missed and lie neglected, waiting to be picked up again, as I slowly chugged through day after day. Some of them desperately need resuscitation, some may never see the light of day now that the moment is gone. But a few days of rain is all it has taken to clear out the fuzzy dregs of that lethargy.
It’s funny, the coming of dark grey skies, monsoony days and less sunlight actually feels like the cloud of gloom that summer brought has actually lifted. It’s like slowly coming back to life. I’m waking up energetic, the home isn’t stuffy to enter, the kitchen is inviting. I’m cooking again. I’m even blogging a little more than I was, and I’m not shirking work like shirking work is going out of style.
I have even been getting out of the house a little more than I did through summer. First of all, ribbon-like glossy wet roads, fresh green tree-lined streets are most inviting. And then there’s the sudden way in which traffic is just swept off the roads, everybody stays in and it’s hard to turn down and invitation like that. Get out, turn on the radio loud and just drive.
Sometimes in dead silence too. Because a string of unproductive days requires that. Silence, being alone to just clear my head. Speaking of getting out, there’s been an awful lot of that happening all of a sudden too. Market visits that I had sworn off (I know, would you believe it?!) are luring me back again. We even went cross-country last week to the Mapusa Friday market. And what a jaunt it was!
The produce is fresh again. Part of the reason I was so uninspired to cook through summer was the veggies bore the worst brunt of the weather. Dried up, wilted, half-dead veggies and fruit wherever I looked. It was only the mangoes and some fresh fruit that kept me going. That and copious amounts of ice cream and falooda. Sometimes mangoes, ice-cream and falooda all at once too.
The madness of summer has cleared. I say madness, because summer really consumed and drained me this year. My routine was out of whack, I loathed cooking, I didn’t write very much, I was crabby, lethargic and altogether unhappy. And when I wasn’t suffering, I was busy talking about it, obsessing over it and making myself feel much worse. But for now, I’m going to drag my beanbag out in the balcony, taste a bit of the rain coming down and enjoy it while it lasts. Because at the rate we’re going, I think there’s a lot more where this El Nino thing is coming from.
And for those of you rolling your eyes at my customary gushing-at-the-rain post, did you think I’d let it pass without some love?! Did you really think I wouldn’t go up in raptures as I do every year? Also, brace yourselves because there’s a lot more rain-love from where this is coming from. The rain has made me get up, get out and get a life all over again.