A Sky That’s Mine

What is your favorite type of weather?

Not too hot not too cold. A clear blue sky with white shiny clouds pinned on it.

Unfortunately, this type of weather does not stay here for too long. Only in Spring (February – March) and Autumn (September – October). However, seasons have their own idiosyncrasies like this year the unseasonal rains have brought back the cold in spring. Oh! That brings me to Luisa’s invite for a Spring acrostic-

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Sudden , swift

Palette of vibrant colours

Resonates with the melodies…cuckoo’s calls

Inspired by the soothing warmth

Nestling alongwith a mild chill…. and a sky

Gossiping with the flaky clouds

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Prancing , scampering , dancing

Rippling with a grace so

Intoxicating… bewitching

Maiden in a swirly vibrance of

Astounding colours

Visually stunning.. the gardens…boulevards

Echoing the evergreen songs of

Rejuvenation…renewal …growth

Ascendance of SPRING …the enchantress !!

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Having said that, during my stay in Bangalore, which has a mild climate throughout the year, I found it unsuitable for my constitution which proves what we dream of may not actually be beneficial for us.

Nonetheless, I’d like to imagine myself living in an igloo in Alaska. Or in an oasis in the midst of the burning African desert. Or it can be Thar as well closer home – rich with heritage monuments and unforgettable history of romances, warfares, invasions, lost love, devotion and blood curdling revenge!! What about with the Penguins in Antarctica? In the Himalayas with the Yetis? In the deep inaccessible forests with the human hater tribes or the formidable ravines of the dacoit infested Chambal?

But my favourite is the sea side not only because the weather there is mild but also because I can spend endless hours in the beach counting waves provided the beach is not overcrowded or ill-maintained. So many ifs and buts, huh?

I guess mountains are equally majestic – silent, brooding , meditative. I remember while visiting the Dadhikar Fort, near Alwar, Rajasthan, standing on the terrace, we could hear a group of ladies singing on the other mountain facing the Fort. They were going in a row to the temple for some evening ritual. Too far from where we were, we could only hear their song reverberating in the mountainous pathway but not see them. It was ethereal! Goosebumps!!

Have you been to Kalimpong? It is the perfect setting for murder mysteries and spooky stuff. Foggy, rainy, overcast sky, slippery paths winding through hills, cottages with glass windows requiring constant defogging to look out. And it’s cheese, momos, thukpa and tea !! The hilly district has been the backdrop of many cinematic narratives!! Of course the thrilling, suspenseful ones!!!

Contentment is packaged with acceptance and vice versa. Acceptance of what we have. And value it for its inherent worth. Post that imagination overdrive, down on earth, I love the eccentric and extreme weather of where I am now. The variant and ever changing canvas of the sky from season to season. The sudden unexpected U-turns of the moody weather defying the proclamations of the Met Department. Spring wedding rain. Rain giving way to scorching and then humid summers. Autumn sparing us with  a short respite. And then that bone chilling winter with its cold waves, hail showers and biting winds.

All that varying , contrasting palette colours my sky. And that whimsical sky is mine, all said and done.

The sky now…

Postscript : The cuckoo is calling out so sweetly even on this gloomy day of drizzles and downpours.