Kali could hear the rumbling ….far away .
‘It’s been so dry’ , she thought .
Her fingers felt scaly …drops of sweat trickled down her forehead …sometimes resting on her lashes as if taking a break , before falling to the ground .
The leaves felt so brittle … birds had been relatively silent .
Ah ! The dreadful summers … And yet , the feeling of lying on the hard mat on the ground , with that smell of wet grass from the cooler ….sometimes , it all seemed worth it.
She kicked the door open . The heated marble steps made her curl her toes and walk .
She literally skipped her way to the grassy lawn .
ouch ! even the blades of grass seem to be rising against the weather .
She could dimly smell the flowers in the air . And yet , a different stronger smell reached her . The smell she knew she loved . Powerful , stinging yet intoxicating … the smell of grass when it first ….
It fell on her nose . She turned her head to the sky . so many of them bombarded down . sliding from her forehead , over the nose bridge … the eyelids forced half shut … The parched lips licking and soaking them all . She felt a naughty drop enter her ears .
And before she knew , her hands were open … and the rain hugged her .
That shirt clinging to her back , as if afraid of being washed away by the rain .
Her bosom heaving and falling …that slant waist , like a puja vessel being washed for a ceremony .
Even the belly button was wet … as if the drops collected there ..to form a steadily trickling stream downwards .
The hands washing away tons n thousands of drops from her face and messing up those hair , that looked so elegantly draped moments back .
The skirt wrapped around her legs … that grass seems to have melted . She could feel rubble and the mud clinging to her soles .
She slipped and skidded a bit few times. But still danced .
The thundering clouds , her music …. And the mighty monsoon , her partner .
Twirl and twirl …and wave your hands wild ….till ,
“AAAH “ , She sat on the ground …
“KALI ! How many times have I told you …do not go out without your stick . You always forget where the trees are . Now get in , before you catch cold “
The stick , she felt too… wet with water . And the bell she heard ..
But it was the joy she saw …. For it requires no eyes .