The beginning of June had announced the
onset of the much awaited monsoons. However, little did one imagine
that the swelling clouds would continue their reigning onslaught over
three months incessantly. Roads getting water logged, the swishing
wipers of vehicles and the common sight of drenched people hurriedly
scurrying for a shelter had become the order of the day.
As the rain gods played peekaboo every
now and then, I grew tired of the rains. Never was really fond of
them though. However, it was one serendipitous incident that infused
me with so much joy that it changed the way I took to the rains ever
since.
It had been pouring since morning the
other Friday. It was late in the evening when I staggered into my
room thoroughly drenched and returned home exhausted from work.
Complaining of the rains by then had become second nature to me.
I changed into my casual attire and
slumped onto the bean bag near the veranda. My mother walked into the
room with a tray, the sight of which made me sit up. The waft of the
aroma from fresh liquor tea was enough to tantalize my senses.
However, what arrested my attention
more were the aesthetics of the container that cradled the tea. Upon
closer inspection, I observed the simplicity of the cup and saucer
set. As I held the cup at eye level against the light near the
verandah, I saw the light rays through the glass getting refracted
into seven rainbow hues. Alongside I observed that the exact same
process was repeating itself among the dancing rain-droplets which
hugged along the verandah grill in total harmonious rhythm . The
pitter patter of the rain chimed in and I realised how this tea cup,
which I was holding in my hand,so very wonderfully had become a music
conductor. It had called upon an entire orchestra to make my senses
come alive. That too from a simple experience of sipping daily tea !
One inquisitive look at the bottom to
see the manufacturer of this ‘poetry in motion’ revealed itself
as MyBorosil. Having tea from MyBorosil cup turned out to be
extremely rewarding.Indeed this new entrant into our house that
evening not only enriched the flavour of my tea but added a new
dimension to the way I looked at raindrops and took to the rains!
I turned on my stereo and tuned in to
one of my all time favourite tracks by BJ Thomas. As the music filled
the room amidst all the pitter patter, I lay back relaxing on the
bean bag with my gaze fixed at the water droplets on the window sill
and swayed to the mellifluous track :
“ Raindrops keep fallin' on my head
But that doesn't mean my eyes will soon
be turnin' red
Cryin's not for me
'Cause I'm never gonna stop the rain by
complainin'
Because I'm free
Nothin's worryin' me..”
Thanks to MyBorosil as it showed me
through a cup and saucer set the extraordinary power of
simplicity and natural beauty in it’s pure form. After all isn't
that what appeals most to the senses and makes us happy ? No wonder,
I realised that lucky are those few who get to feel the rain when
others just get wet!
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