The Blossoming of Hope

[JUSTIFY]The monsoons are finally here. After three months of sweltering heat, the smell of wet earth and the grey light outside brings joy to the parched mind.

I am transported back in time to my days as a student at the University. The campus was large sprawling with buildings harking back to the British era. In between were vast tracts of land which were covered by trees, shrubs and thickets. All through the summer they would look bare and bone dry. It used to be agonizing to walk from the department to the canteen in the day time. Come evening a lot of the public used to turn up in the parks to enjoy some evening breeze.

Come monsoon, and the entire scene would change. Within a week one could notice the appearance of little leaves on the trees. I can never forget that scene. Like the early crocuses in spring, these leaves bring a feeling of joy and the expectancy of seeing everything lush and blooming once again. Whenever that used to happen, I used to remember the meaning of the word "hope".

Hope is the sight of a bud about to bloom, the sight of the crocuses and the daffodils springing up after a white winter, the appearance of the rising sun, the crying of a new born infant, the gurgling and cooing of a baby, the sprouting leaves on the bare trees.....

On a lighter and more day-to-day note, hope is the fact that generation after generation continues to get married even after witnessing the fate of others before them. And the ultimate triumph of hope over experience is a person getting married the second, the third and the nth time over.:biglaugh:biglaugh:biglaugh Elizabeth Taylor was a living example of this.

Recently I came across a poem by Lisa Mueller quoted in the book "Conversations with God" by Neale Donald Walsch.[/JUSTIFY]

 

Thanks so much Uppala.for your first feedback.

 

Kamalji,

Firstly, aajkal snippets ki kadki chal rahi hai (snippets is at a low). Generally speaking, viewership and number of responses are suddenly lesser. So don't feel bad. You are not alone. As for your rhyming abilities, I told you some time ago, it is not at all bad. :cheers

As for rain throughout, Kamalji, I come back to the philosophy of "dwandam" :hide::hide::hide: It says that there has to be duality for anything to exist. Good exists only in the presence of bad, tall only when there is short and so on. Similarly, rain can only be appreciated in the presence of spells of no rain and cool weather in the presence of hot weather. So I guess, my sympathies with the people of Cherrapunji, except for the fact that they have greenery all the year round and as you said, no water shortages. Just step outdoors and presto!!! You have had a good natural shower. So I guess they should also not complain. And whenever they want to enjoy a dry spell, there are plenty of places which will suit the bill all over the country.