My Tea By The Fireplace.
Rainy season is one of the favorite seasons for most of us. I too love rainy season(not that much). Especially that part when the indigo clouds meet and the atmosphere becomes cooler, when the green around us become a little more green. And there it goes, as if releasing the bottled up emotions out of the sick mind, thunder and water!
Rain also messes up our abode. When the floors are still damp, the beds and sheets are no longer warm. We crawl and coil into a fetus position to save some heat from our body. When the clothes would refuse to get dried as the moisture barely leaves. Longing to take a hot bath everyday and wishing to capture that moment of warmth forever. Sitting clueless on my bed having near to zero interest in doing anything. Getting advice for becoming productive. And occasional visits paid by some mosquitoes to steal some human blood. Irritating noises from other members of the family. For the millionth time nagging about that neighbor who destroys their peace of mind. Never ending battle between father and mother. But surprised by their unity later!
Me, staring at the pile of books on my desk waiting to be touched and read. After what it seems like drowning in chaos, my mother upon my request started making pakoras( a fried snack). The aroma of it spreading the humble abode of my grandmother. Finally its chai time. As my mother mixed the boiled black tea with milk, I fried the last batch of pakoras as if witnessing a royal bath in the rich coconut oil. While everyone else enjoyed the tea and pakoras from the verandah complementing the rain, I resigned to my favorite spot during cold weather. The fire hearth- where we cook most of our meals. My grandmother’s tapioca is getting boiled in a pot. The heat of fire trying to reach me. I sat on a stool in front of it and started sipping my tea. Suddenly the monochromatic life of mine gained some orange red colour from the fire, hot pakoras and tea. I knew this moment would only last till my tea cup gets emptied. But that was a beautiful passage of time. And when I returned to my damp bed, I was gifted a small inspiration to write this. What more do I need ! As we all are just living fleeting moments.
