Every year I post almost ceremoniously this article below on the monsoons, because the monsoons are the best time of the year for me except for the leaking roof and water tanks. Those who have already read it may kick it aside and go about their routines.
But what is it that makes Kerala a paradise, a green symphony? What is the source, the harbinger of all this beauty? Perhaps this phenomenon, this fountain of beauty, is itself another unique experience of a life time, and it comes in from the Indian Ocean.
On my morning walks, I take in a flyover, which spans two lagoons with a railway line in between. Often I see from afar a train negotiating a bend in the line through the coconut palms on either side, like a long centipede through the grass. And every time I stop and watch the train from the flyover until it passes under me; and so do many others.
And it is one such thing, that brings all the aforesaid beauty to Kerala- The Monsoons.
It is the Monsoons that make Kerala so green and beautiful. Had it not been for the Monsoons, Kerala's would have been a different fate altogether. There are two Monsoons that nurture Kerala- the South West Monsoon from the Indian Ocean and the North East Monsoon from the Bay of Bengal.
The South West Monsoon sets in, in the first week of June and it pours- sometimes for days on end-until August. And after a month of rain, the ponds and puddles, fields and low grounds fill up with water. And water gushes and rushes through every waterway- large and small.
The Monsoon is also the time for love. The sky showers all its love on the waiting earth below and the earth blushes all over in a riot of colors.
It is also love time for the hibernating frogs. With the first rain waters, reaching their dry mud holes, they spring to life in a deafening chorus, croaking out their love to their mates and putting on a show for them, with their colorful throat glands ballooning in and out. And they make love all over- in the pools and in the puddles, in the green grass and in the lush undergrowth. The females then lay their eggs and then both male and female go back to their hibernation and wait and pray for the next Monsoon.
It is also love-time for the glow worms, which lighten up the dark, rainy nights, beaming their love to their mates. They turn on and off in unison and the night lights up one second and blanks out the next.
And it can be love-time for you too. Cuddle up on your bed and listen to the rain roaring in the trees, rustling in the leaves, drumming on the roof and pouring off the eaves. Or cozy up under the awning of a houseboat, out on the vast expanse of a lagoon and watch the huge drops of rain fall on the still surface and splatter.
The Monsoons will excite you and mesmerize you and carry you back in time to that primordial self in you. I have had this inexplicable feeling in me a thousand times from a thousand rains. And the monsoons- they still excite me time and time every year
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RegardsXavier William
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