THE MAGIC OF MONSOONS
I was about to call this blog “Monsoon Mania”, but it sounded too much like the name of a seasonal Mango ice-cream, so popular all over India this time of the year. So I decided to go with Magical Monsoons, or something along those lines… because the Monsoon season, without a doubt, is the most magical of all!
We wait for the rains, we curse the rains… We love the ripe gold of the mangoes, the lush green of the leaves and grass, but loathe the greyness of having no sun for days on end! We love the water puddles to splosh about in, and hate the muddy puddles all over our clean floors. We love the grey clouds brought in by the breeze, we hate the clothes not drying for days on end! We love our cutting-chai and pakoras in the Mumbai rains, the sooji-halwa and masala chai in the Delhi rains. The pitter-patter, and sometimes the water-fally sound of the falling rains, the traffic-jams in Mumbai, children sailing their paper-boats, watching the rains and the breeze from the window-sill, the dank smells, Krishna’s flute and his Radhika, music, love, and romance, and longing…and waiting…and longing….and back to masala chai. Good enough, I think.
The rains bring out the romantic artist in me. I go into dream mode. I like to spread love upon all creation, and fall in love with frogs and lizards and birds anew, and want to sketch and paint them with – but what else? – watercolours. I spout poetry, I paint, I dream … sometimes of inconsequential things like the future of my career, and the state of the country’s finances. And at other times, on subjects of more import – the magic of creation, the colours of music, the feel of the breeze upon my skin, the healing power of love, or the magic of the falling droplets of blessings from the sky.
THE ABOVE WATERCOLOURS ARE DONE ON 300GSM WATERCOLOUR PAPER, PEN AND WASH. THE AUSTRALIAN ROSE ROBIN IS A LOOSE STUDY, PART OF MY HALF-AN-HOUR-DAILY-PAINTING ATTEMPT, AND “THE BLUE FROG PRINCE”, AS I LIKE TO CALL HIM, IS A MORE DETAILED SKETCH.
THE FROGS ARE A-CROAKIN’
THE MONSOONS HAVE ARRIVED, AND THE FROGS, THOSE SONGSTERS, THEY ARE A’CROAKIN… AND THE WORLD IS BECOME MUSICAL AND FRESH.
THE BIRDS ARE A’CHIRPIN’.
THE BREEZES, THEY ARE A’BLOWIN’.
THE WORLD IS ALL-COLOUR,
GREEN AND LUSH,
FLOWERS,
FRESH,
A BETTER PLACE TO BE.
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