Complete the story…

It was good rainy day of monsoon. Not the onset but mid August when it’s all about shadow games. One moment it’s raining heavily and next it’s bright sun. So it was nice drizzling. Like rain mixed with wind, you can feel both of them. You never get wet but also not dried completely. I have had fascination for monsoon. But more specifically monsoon from western ghats. It arrives early in these formidable hills. May be I love it because my native place has no hills nor the rain due to its in rain shadow region. 

I have been in residential school since I was 12. And luckily I chose school which was in Sahyadri’s. So it all started from there. Our school was at foothills of one of the great forts which has long history from medieval times. In front of school was deep valley with river in middle. And chain of mountains around. 

So I was sitting on one of the cliffs. I was able to see bus starting to climb ghats. Up and down, disappearing and coming out from somewhere else. There was herd of cattle grazing nearby. Little below from where I was sitting was paddy field. It was sowing season, here sowing is bit different the plants from nursery are directly placed in the soil filled with muddy waters. There were few birds around, usually this is not birding season. But you can find kingfisher, hornbill if lucky.
Sky was filled with clouds, black and white also gray mostly. You cannot differentiate black and white. It’s beauty of nature. It gives everything to you, happiness, suffering and also middle part where you don’t know what that feeling is. 

There was chaotic sound of clouds, mixed with howling of wind, sound of birds, rain falling and songs those women were singing while working in the field. There was rhythm in that chaos. Melody of nature trying to whisper in your ears through wind. Trying to tell you something about life.

These was exactly the situation we both had dreamed to be in together holding each other and being part of that nature. As I looked beside me there was no one. Yes not everything we plan, we dream comes true. I had always wanted this but not in this way, not alone. The uncertainty of human existence is fearsome for a reason. Humans have reached the horizon of solar system or planning to go beyond it, also have studied matter to smallest possible particles. But yet we at individual level are vulnerable, vulnerable to uncertainty. Again it’s that uncertainty which gives us hope to look forward or keep moving on. 

Seeing me sitting alone, a shepherd passing by with his herd of sheep came to me and asked if I wanted handmade country cigar he had. After I said no he took big puff of it and said, “whether you like it or not, you are part of this great game the day you were born. No matter how hard you run away from it, it will catch you and punch in your face. You can never walk out of it. You will fall, more often you will be at the bottom but whether to lie there or stand up is choice. We see a lot like you who come here but you have to return to your story keep that in mind.”

And he moved on with his herd ahead. 

And so did I with my story to complete….

P.S: picture source – Google.