Dreaming in the Laps of Monsoon Worn Motherland
"The rain frequently arrives, most days without warning, and the land yields without protests like one who meets a mercurial lover after an indefinite period of longing."
Replete with quotables!! I loved very much this ode to the rains. 💖
“Perhaps I felt more understood in the company of the dead poets than in the company of naive lovers.” Amen
Mmmm I love how you play with juxtaposition, it may be one thing but then....., we may be like this but then..... Just lovely. Thank you, Swarnali, I so appreciate how the imagery evoked your lands and your people in a myriad of colours ad smells and sights to delight the soul. much appreciation of you and you wonderful creativity.xxx
Swarnali this is a beautiful meditation and I love reading about your experience--I can almost feel the monsoon myself, something I've never experienced but have dreamed what it must be like. Love this post--and this line particularly: "the first rain of monsoon, it reminds me of what it is like to be young, soft, and demanding." Yes. And the relentlessness of your Dida building that home around her--I love reading about her, her strength and determination. Beautiful.
Swarna, you are one of the best writers I've ever read. Your phrasing, rhythm, poetry, insight, and empathy glow with each piece you offer to us. I hope someday a novel manifests out of your soul because I can only imagine the depth and beauty of such a work.