I came back to my room, with dreamy eyes, determined to write something. But I was bombarded with many obvious and valid questions; what to write, where to start, how to start...and the list goes on.
The whole idea of writing conjured after I met Mr. Iyer yesterday, who had given us an awe-inspiring lecture on 'Winning'. I was spell-bound after realizing that my aspirations were parallel with his achievements. I was somehow able to ask him about how he began his journey as an author.
"Write something!!!" was his answer.
Pretty simple yet his word carried a deeper meaning. Especially to me!. His words had a jocund gravity to settle down in my heart with a very inspiring and ambitious foundation.
So here I was, digging hard to find something to write. I dwelled upon topics such as 'Life' and 'Love' or something abstract such as 'God' or something more abstract and out of the world such as 'Girls'. But to my hard luck, I could only manage to take a nap, which could have lasted till eternity.
I woke with the sound of thundering. I went to the window and looked outside. To my surprise, it was raining. My mental cognition had seized to function and all my senses were taken over by the breathe-taking view. My heart was palpitating with the immanent fragrance of the season and I was instantly dumb-struck with the sudden outburst of emotions.
With the force of the vacuum, I travelled back to the time when I was a kid, ten years old. Kolkata is a place, where rain is accompanied by thunder and lightning, by strong cyclonic winds and of course, with hail stones.
I remembered the time, when I used to go back home after the school. I was able to see myself, getting drenched; jumping over the pot holes filled with rain water, stopping by the bus stand and making paper boats and watch them sail across the road where small streams are formed due to the heavy rain.
For me, returning home completely drenched was terrifying. Mumma would wait for me, with a towel, completely expecting that I would return home completely wet, munching “bhuttas”.
My heart was filled with different emotions, and the rain for me, is a proclivity towards the sense of nostalgia.
I was absorbing the magnificent view, and WHAT THE FUCK. I realized the sword of the WAC assignment hanging over my head.
GOTTA GO!!! Hehe…cya!
