May be because I was caged, or maybe because I had nowhere to go, precisely, I wasn't allowed to go anywhere, I always stare through the window, sometimes I see bright yellow light glittering, other times dark grey clouds, at a few rare times there would be torrential downpour on Earth; the loud sound would make me spellbound for unknown reasons. I peek through the window from time to time, morning, noon, night, midnight, I stumble upon the window panel, as if my legs were weak, and a heavy force is casted upon me.
The picture isn't bleak, there is a lawn in the front, entire earth is covered by different variety of grass, bush, and few plants, most were non flowered ones, there stood a magnificent Indian almond tree; with fan shaped leaves growing towards the sky, butterflies visit everyday; monarch, white wood, grass yellow, common windmill, crimson rose, yellow Helen, Paris peacock and common raven, these are the regular one. Tailor bird cheeup- cheeup- cheeup in the high pitched sound; how can such a little ball of fluff can cheeup so loudly, I wonder. Sparrows chirp endlessly, as like calling forth the rain from heaven. Common myna has a nest nearby, it squeaks in a high pitched sound. They get enthralled on a drizzly morning.
Grey, gloomy days promise a torrential downpour, I am not twisted, but, gloomy, drizzly October mornings are the days I am looking to; I have an healthy obsession with rain. I am not fond of sunny days, or sunshine or hiking on such a day. It is not that I hate sun particularly, but the heat, glistening light, made me faint. I literally faint under the sun. A cold breeze fanning through the trees, humidity surrounds the air, dark clouds marching forth, within a few minutes, it starts pouring down, chill and cold. I feel calm and composed; again for unknown reasons. The heavier the rain, the calmer I feel, as opposed. Sound of the rain thrashing the Planet Earth is the most pleasing sound I ever heard.
On a middle of a busy day, or in the middle of the mental chatter, twittering sound would pierce through and make me enthralled. I would stop what I was doing and watch the tailor bird for a few minutes. It would chirrup, watching the surroundings keenly, jumping around from branch to branch. Even though it lasts for a minute or two, I would be forever encapsulated by this sight. So these are the day to day happening, common, usual, regular, not boring, of course not, but repetitive and normal.
On such a fine day, I stared through the window as usual, there was a stunning sight. I almost walked away from the window, but my legs failed to leave. I held to the grills so tight, that my knuckles turned white. It was not usual, not at all, never have I ever seen such a sight. What was that!!! Why it made me enchanted, left me with a broken heart for the beauty it adored, what in the world was that!!!!!!
What was green only a day before has become a festoon of vibrant blooms. Entire flower looks like it was dyed in deep red. Petals were so fragile, and soft. A dotted, yellow stem protruded from the middle. The color was so deep, creamy red, with valvate petals; which were gentle, that I dared not to touch. Hibiscus rosa-sinensis, even though I encounter it almost everyday, it was still a mystery to me how such a phenomenal masterpiece grew from water, earth and light!
