Raining Thoughts

Of all my text books from primary school, the one closest to my heart was the colorful science text book full of vivid color pictures and fancily boxed fun facts. In comparison to the monochrome social studies and language books, the science book stood out like a beautiful rainbow full of promises… a beacon of hope in a color-deprived universe.  And of all the chapters in there, the very very multicolored seed dispersal chapter always looked best to me with its seeds of all hues, shapes and sizes, illustrated in different acts of getting dispersed. Seed dispersal was (and is) a gargantuan affair. It could alter geographies, flora, fauna, perhaps…the course of life itself. And all those fine techniques nature chose to employ. How strangely impressive! Flying seeds, floating seeds, hooked seeds, sticky seeds, clingy seeds, chewy seeds, shitty seeds…  Ah well…that brings me to the crux of the matter. About time I began my post. So… It’s one of those lull train journeys tha...

                             What's it with tea shops & me…? The connection is hard to explain as it closely borders on those realms of attraction based on ethereal abstractions.  The sight of a tea shop gives me goose bumps and lights up my life in ways manifold that cannot be penned down in words. I collect tea-shops & can smell a tea shop from miles away in fact. And once out of one, I'm infinitely haunted by those dusty corners, clinking of glass and the fleeting aromas.. for eternity.                    Speaking of tea shops I'm not hinting at the cozy-couched, coffee-machine powered, spic & span coffee-shop of a tea shop,  But the thatched, leaky roofed, wooden-bench lined, smoke-filled, glass-shelved, heavenly smelling tea shops where the smell of freshly brewed tea that is poured out and mixed from pot to pot in a rathe...

... The magic of a hundred brilliant specks of light darting through the darkness, the Christmas night of so many years past when as a little girl I watched along with my cousins the countless fireflies released from a jar into our room  by one of our naughtier elder brothers ... ................................ ... The lonesome walk to nowhere on one of those indescribably beautiful overcast afternoons, lost in the crowd ,lost from the crowd, with the rain-promising wind on my face, thinking of absolutely nothing, lost in the ebb and flow of unpredictable nature ... ................................... .... The experience of taking in the aroma and swirls of steam arising out of my red mug enjoying the absurd romance of tea at the safe haven of my writing table and wondering why has not anyone thought of the concept of a tea mug to be as romantic as that of the stereotypical coffee mug ... ...................................... .... The tw...