Yet again it is the first day of Ashadha. Yet again the memories of Kalidasa's 'Meghdootam' that begins with "Ashadha's pratham diwse". Very poetic is the beginning that talks of the dark, water rich cloud that reminds the Yaksha of his hometown and of his much missed beloved.
Those days the monsoon used to be regular. Never ever would it be unreliable, unlike the awful quirks and obnoxious oddities of the present day politics. So apparently was the relationship between man and woman. Reliable, that is.
Hence the description of a woman's physicality ("tanvi, shyama, shikhari dashana", that is, dusky, delicate, dainty teeth, etc, etc) did not grate on sensibilities. Much water has thence flown off-n-from the real, quite banal clouds.
Times have now changed much. Human relationships are now often like asteroids, the shooting stars that burn out, and are reduced to deadweight stones.
Why be so negative though? Asteroids create the unique Lonar Lake's of the world, right? Real vibrant, indeed s pecial are such spaces. For all one knows, there could be underground sources of minerals there and fungus that might begin a new life, a new evolution yet again.
So little we know of this infinite universe. Why waste the forever fleeting time then in negativities? Anyways, it rained a little this evening, too. May start late, but the life sustaining monsoon is finally there, however scantily. Let every day, in brief, be like the first day of Ashadha Kalidasa immortalised, rich with creativity, bursting with newer ideas, thus beautiful beyond belief, fresh forever!
Pratima@In the beginning is the Light, and life has to be light, in all the senses of the term 'light'. Thus is all ever bright.
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