Going down memory lane to a little monsoon city – I fondly remember as kids, my little brother and I, eagerly waited for the generous rain-gods to make their sacred presence felt!
We would be thrilled beyond measure, as the showers of blessings came pouring down – drenching the world around us. Even more thrilled were we, with the puddles that popped up in various shapes and sizes – all because it was perfect to set our little paper boats to sail!
In weirdly-colored and overtly-large raincoats (that did no justice to its purpose) – we would set off excitedly on our ‘sail away’ mission. Sometimes we would have a troop of our little friends from the neighborhood marching along. One by one the paper boats would set sail, as we delightfully watched them float or… sink – in ‘awe’ nevertheless.
Besides, once the paper boats were done – we would start sailing just about anything; a dry leaf, a twig, a sweet wrapper, anything!
And as the rains recede, we would venture on to catch the tiny guppy fishes frolicking under the glistening waters – an escapade that ended in lovely glass fish bowls! While most remained fish, some unsuspectingly turned out to be clammy tadpoles (eeks)!
The monsoon project didn’t stop there for us! Next, in all-consuming patience, we would fill up empty coconut shells with dampened mud and ‘mold to perfection’ little rows of choco-mud pies. The joy that goes into creating these little ‘perfect’ mud pies is priceless – far more than digging into an exotic piece of a rich chocolate cake! *debatable though*
Looking back, it’s fascinating… how amused, delighted and engrossed we were as little children with the little moments of happiness we created for ourselves. The simplicity of childhood. Innocence.