Delicate monsoon blossoms appear fresh and white...

As monsoon rains take the summer heat away, not only do they bring down rain, but cleanse and wash away the summer fatigue and heat. As we watch nature, it is fresh and more so depicted by the fresh white delicate blossoms. Leading among them, hanging like dainty ear hangings, are clusters of delicate, "Rangoon Creepers" along with all kinds fresh 'monsoon whites'. The green in nature is special too, all sorts of clean green are seen, as all kinds of  'rain creepers' along with shrubs and bushes grow fast, they give nature its ornamental touch. I couldn't at the moment display the 'night jasmines' or the sweet scented orange jasmines as they too bloom heavily during this season with bursts of evening fragrances in between the downpours. An evening or a fresh early morning walk is so special at this time of the year, that one shouldn't miss it. Not only to watch the 'mystical monsoon sky' but also to watch the night sky with it's fascinating clouds, collecting and floating past.  In the evenings, as the moisture laden breeze brushes by you, followed by the light touch of a fragrance, filled with sweet scents from the night monsoon blooms that enchant you, as if bringing secret messages from far and near.

Washed by the "Monsoon Rains"......

Yes, this is the season when the entire nature and man-made cities are first bathed and washed, then inundated fearlessly. So, I shall only display the beauty of the monsoons and spare the disasters to be reported on the news for the readers. To begin with, is the enchanting monsoon sky by the night. Then, as the clouds gather, and build up slowly, they cover the entire sky, moving and collecting moisture, by the day, they travel further on.  Moving on then, the clouds turn gray and dark to darker, then ofcourse slowly the entire sky is a wet canvas, and then comes the downpour..... then later on more rain and rain, then the deluge comes when the rains are fierce and incessant. I keep to the spirit of the monsoons as they began a month and a half ago and as romantic as many a writers' have written about and leading amongst them is Tagore, whose longing for nature takes us through the rural riverine Bengal and the seasons and most of all the monsoons, through its melodies, the sound of rains, the longings of the floating clouds, their travels to a timeless zone, or the dance of the winds and clouds, beauty depicted through the rythm of dancers, in so many ways that one can sit in awe travelling through memory lanes and watching the rains.....