"Life is not about waiting for the storm to pass, it's about learning to dance under the rain."

I was born in the rainy season. Probably that is why I have a profound affinity with rain and water bodies. And this makes me sometimes hate the place I live in because it is a desert city. It seldom rains here and when it does, it pours. Roads turn into rivers in blink of an eye. However, on a day like today, I simply fall in love with this place all over again.

Right now, this city is like a thirsty pilgrim who has drank from a crystal clear pond in an oasis. She rests in bliss, under the shadows of bellowing clouds. And I, her denizen, slow down a bit, listen to Bach and enjoy a warm cuppa while my memory jogs down the lane to a black asphalt road that snakes through a village where the leaves in the forest lose the layer of dust and turn emerald green after the rains. I see bunch of kids dancing in the rain; their innocent soul picking up the vibration of music that flows through the air like magic. The grownups can’t hear it; their feet will not tap with the melody of pitter-pattering rain drops that’s hitting the tin roofs and muddy earth. They take cover and watch with wary eyes at those bare feet children. Worries of hookworm, cold, running nose, bad grades and dirty floors crowd their adult minds.

I would like to think rain falls for those children, lovers and the peacocks. Scientific reasons be damned. This is the perfect time. To cuddle under warm blanket and let heart take the reins or to throw back your worries and to follow the tune of your heart and the universe and do the soul dance. I think I will do just that! I know that tune; I was born with it in my veins. From water to water, I was born and I will dance under it, alone or not..

See you later my phantom readers! It’s your call to stay dry or get wet though.. J

 - The Warrior Princess

update on 'The Book'- 4

Finally the exams are over... WOOO HOOO!!! I got my peace of mind back for another couple of weeks after which, again I will have to put on the hat of a juggler..

Anyways, lets leave this 'talk about me' here.. I am here to talk about 'The Book'.

I had not been able to visit the airport terminal due to my exams and overloaded work schedule ( we are understaffed you see). So, my dear phantom readers, I have decided to go to the airport this week. I promise, within this week... so that Mr. V get to move ahead from the airport waiting lounge he has been sitting in for past two weeks.

He is almost about to smash those ceiling high glass windows and dash towards the runway! Well that is what you might as well get tempted to do if you were stuck inside one space with throngs of people and not get out.. you see the moment remains hanging in eternity. It doesn't move. The lights do not go out, the people remain where they are, like a flash mob that lasts forever. It's almost like one of those nightmares from the movie ' Hell Raiser'.. You are stuck inside one scene for eternity..

Sorry, I am drifting here... Is it obvious that I am very very distracted today? I think it is the giddyness of freedom I am anticipating after weeks of submerged living between the lines.. I mean figuratively ( My bed is piled up with books, pens, papers, chewed pencils and empty packets of lays chips which I am going to have to clear out tonight as soon as I reach home from work..). Ah! I have lists of things planned up for a whole month or so to explore after that caveliving ... :)

Well, back to ' The Book' again.. Yes Mr. V is stuck at the airport terminal. But there are other plots forming in my mind parallel to that. I am visiting hills and forests in my sleep. Sometimes, I can almost smell the leaves and moss even in middle of this dried desert city. Ms. Y is taking me there. I am travelling with her through the dense forests and running up and down the silhouette of hills and mountains. I am seeking the meaning of her existence along with her. Sometimes, I can almost hear her voice murmuring songs, and sometimes I hear her roar with the anger that runs in her blood. I know she is angry and finally putting the pieces of puzzle of her life together.

Let's see how the bigger picture looks like...  in time.

:)

With Love
- The Warrior Poetess