The lovely Monsoons of Kerala are something which I really get turned-on. My home town Allapuzha towards south Kerala is a place of natural beauty and a hot spot for tourist round the globe. Our suburb bed the slogan gods own country – Kerala, a State in southern India.
Our monsoons, the most enthralling rainy season begins by the month of June and pours down till the end of September. This is the time when Mother Nature augments herself in soothing green. Coconut trees doll up either side of the muddy pathways, the streaming rivulets and backwaters warble a silent song of joy imparting a feel of freshness and energy for the commencing year. My village folks describe that rain, along with water pours in happiness to all living creature on earth.
Onset of monsoon is the beginning of a new academic year in Kerala and this is also the time when farmers saw the seeds of prosperity in their farmland. After the long dry summer months monsoons are always a welcome change.
As a kid I have always loved the early monsoon mornings when my school reopens after two months summer holidays. The intoxicating smell of the dry earth getting drenched, the splashing waters and the tiny paper boats sailing on the clogged water takes me back to those happiest days of my life. The washed streets and the fresh leafs seem to smile with me rejoicing the spirit of meeting friends after a long break. Getting packed with new uniforms, shoes and socks, new books, bags and umbrellas and getting it wet right away, splashing and wading through knee deep waters, experimenting with my new little umbrella were some of my little deeds on the way to school. I and my kins used to enjoy the rainbows and raindrops that dip down our inclined roof on to the pretty white sand, later all the water droplets join hands to form a small pool for us to play.
It is so wonderful to watch the large thick blanket of dark blue clouds hiding the big Sun. Even during the midst of the day it appears so dark because of the clouds, and sometimes Sun peeps in between the clouds and that single ray of light along with bitty rain drops is so amazing to watch. Nanny has a wonderful story about this, it is during this time of the day that Mr. Fox gets married and little children are not allowed to be out of home.
Evenings of monsoon are also beyond words to explain. Birds chirping and perching swiftly, the white cranes flying across the clouds, watching them by sipping on my cup of hot tea laying back on to the wooden bench in the portico of my home is all what I could call coming back home.
According to Ayurveda monsoon is the season for rejuvenation. During this time of the year people take in special diets with proper amount of medicines and ayurvedic therapies, which will refresh our body and keep us healthy for years. Mom prepares special herbal gruel with selected herbs, which is the most delicious porridge I have ever had and healthiest too.
The rainy seasons are like periods of deep meditation which revitalizes our mind and soul. The umbilical bond that I share with my native will for sure bring me back to this gods own country to enjoy the spirits of monsoon, wherever I am and however I am backed with the slew of promises and responsibilities on my life.
