I suppose, most all would share this dream. To be in Cherapunji atop a hill, and to watch the advancing monsoon clouds. I believe, the very vision would make one a minor Kalidasa.
I have often visualised to myself the possible sight. Literally elephantine clouds, with the same greyish, black-bluish complexion, advancing on the horizon majestically, and then the trumpets of the winsome monsoon.
I do not know why, may be, because I have always associated such a momentous monsoon with the gentle, intelligent elephant image, i cannot mix in the threatening lightening, (Aai used to be very wary of it, she would always remember the way Muktai was literally swallowed up by the crashing crushing lightening) and thunder into this mindscape of mine.
The other day I saw this small little clip of a kid, possibly an urchin, prancing away to glory at some unknown Kerala coast. The waves approaching the coast were double his height at least, but absolutely unafraid, in fact, unaware, of these eager waves rushing to the coast, he was enjoying the monsoon mood, the happy feel, clad merely in his birthday suit.
This evening I saw yet again yet another beautiful video of the monsoon meeting some gentle backwater kind of water body. It could be a stream or a lake, the geography was unknown, and hordes of duck gaggles continued entering and rafting away down the stream exuberantly, and yet in an absolutely disciplined way. The birds paddled away as if the stream were their real hone, possibly it could be, too. So absorbed appeared they in the feel that most had forgotten to quack, quack, too.
What simple but lovely landscapes abound at every nook and corner, just "beside/behind a mossy stone" to quote Wordsworth. Luckily, "long after the scene" was forgotten, but if "in pensive mood" , then they "flash upon the inward eye", "the real bliss of solitude" to quote Wordsworth yet again!
Pratima@Be it the Sahyadris or the Himalayas, nature awaits us in its pristine beauty and glory.
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