She had been playing hide and seek for many days now. Making an appearance quietly in the night and leaving her mark. It was only when you woke up in the morning did you realise she had been there. The morning air smelled different. The fragrance of her visit lingered on, adding a freshness to the morning that was somehow different. Her footprint could be seen everywhere. The roads were damp and the plants were bathed. You wish you had woken up when she came. So that you could reach out your hand and touch her. Try and close your fist around her knowing very well that she’ll slip away. But you would try nonetheless. You want to be tempted to run out to greet her, to welcome her with your arms outstretched. The way you perhaps did when you were a kid. You wish you could lose yourself in her once more, forgetting your worries, your troubles. But she remained illusive, playing with you, teasing you, lurking just around the corner, coming out when you won’t see her and yet know that she has been there.

She’s made you wait so long already, you are desperate for her. Almost as if she knows this, she plays this game of hide and seek with you. The day when you least expect it, a gust of wind hits you. It hits you hard, but what hits harder is the realization that comes with it. This is no ordinary breeze! This is an arrival announcement. She is coming and she has sent you an advance notice. Prepare yourself, here I come, says she. You suddenly become aware of the other signs. The air carries a subtle hint of her arrival too. You think of a princess whose perfume wafts into the room much before she makes an appearance. The perfume does its job, without a single spoken word, the entire room is aware of the princess’ imminent arrival and everyone looks forward to the first glimpse of hers. When she enters the room, all eyes are on the princess and she enjoys each and every bit of that attention. You think of this image and realise what you’d been waiting for is like royalty too, eagerly awaited by one and all.

A smile breaks out on your face and you see the faces around you mirror it. Everyone has caught on the signs and is smiling in anticipation. It’s the end of a tiring day; the wind refreshes you and fills you with a childlike glee. And for a few moments, you do forget your problems. You stretch out your hand again to check if she is really there or is it just your eyes playing tricks on you. And when you do that, a soft shower of the rain falls on your hand. Its touch seems wonderful, caressing. Its feel is like velvet, soft and sensuous. But the most overpowering feeling is the exploding happiness in your heart when you see the rain, when you feel it. The air is cooler than it has been in months. The wind sprays tiny droplets on your face sometimes. You raise your face eagerly to the oncoming spray and close your eyes tightly. It is your moment of pure unadulterated pleasure. The bliss of first rain…


8 responses to “Arrival…

  1. While reading it one line was in my mind….

    “The First Rain…..” (It reminded me the half written story of the story “The Stranger” :D)

    And you have used that line at last :). I simply love the rain. Here almost every day or say alternative day rains :)……………..

    Awesome writing…. reminded me the song ………..

    Geela geela pani
    pani surila pani pani
    hum hum barse
    aaya hai kis ki ghar se
    pani pani
    asama chalka hai
    asama bhar gaya


  2. I don’t particularly dislike rains but monsoons in general, are not liked by me that much…I always believe that it’s best to remain inside…warm and cozy …enjoying the rains…rather than getting wet…which can sometimes be a headache…
    well…and I do not…….Repeat…… not like the smell that emanates from the Earth after the spells….
    Wow…when did I turn out to be so disapproving??????? 😦
    Nice writing though.

  3. Raining post . Needs an umbrella on head to read it 🙂

    Be it first drizzle of rain and “smell of earth” or a heavy down pour -I do simple love the rain. ( Except when roads floods 😦 ) Almost every year I try to get a full bath in rain at least once 🙂 Huh, who cares for the leather shoes that time 😀 .

    Liked the comparison of ‘ life giver’ rain with a lady.

  4. First rain is bliss. But the sight of people in the rain is magical. As if the rain has bound all the people together in happiness.

  5. @ juneli,

    Well, I am once again flummoxed by your uncanny ability to read what this post was all about! But then, if anyone was expected to get it, it was you…. thanks for liking the post… 🙂

    i haven’t heard of this song….

  6. @aindrila,

    u are the only person i know who doesn’t like the smell…..

    but after travelling in the icky mumbai rains, i too agree that rains are better enjoyed from indoors…

    thanks for liking the writing…. 🙂

  7. @ Prem,

    lol @ umbrella…. u and aindrila have said exactly opposite things! quite amusing 🙂

  8. @ Friendly Bear,

    Welcome to the blog…. i quite agree with you here….

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