Rainy Night In Bangalore

 

These days it is getting too tiring. And, I have started the funny habit of cooking for one or two days in a week, so time is really not there. 

I hit the bed and I am dead, literally.

Crack............. thunder............. and the howl of dogs woke me up.

It wasn’t the slight disturbance of sleep, rather the Masai warrior tribe kind of sleep wake................... to complete wakefulness from deep slumber.

The steady drip of rain water was ..........visible and .............audible in the night.

It was 2:54 AM

Somehow I could not go to sleep, the sound ..........and feel of rain............ was seductive.

I stood up and went to the main room, window. It was chilly, and as it is in Bangalore, we require a thin blanket in the night.

I got my keys from my bag, opened and locked the door from outside and made it to the balcony. I swung it open and walked out.

A billion cells in the soles of feet screamed the temperature difference. The uncut garden at my head provided me some protection but in some more seconds I could feel water droplets trickling on my face.

I took of my shirt, and then my shorts, and did a slow walk around the place in my Boxer trunks. 

I could see the moon throwing its pale light. It was weird; although the rain was pouring in medium pace the moon was still visible................. very clearly.

It was secret well worth pondering over, and what better time than...............3 in the night,.........semi naked......when the sane world is asleep?

I lay down comatose............... on the top of the top, near the overhead tank. Staring at the moon and shivering continuously.

Slowly the shivers subsided, and I could feel a slight warm rush in my body. I lay down in makrsana, and the stretch at my leg muscle funnily warmed my lower ear lobes.

It was magical, a female presence could have been the coup de grace, but can’t hang on to Noorie always can I?

I made my way to the room, dripping with water, toweled myself dry, and applied some warm coconut oil all over. I then wrapped myself in a full t-shirt and pajama, and crashed on the bed with the blanket stretched tight.

It was 4:22 AM.

The shrill tones of Suprabahatam woke me up. It was my roommates alarm tone meaning it was well beyond my usual wake up time. I stretched up gingerly fully expecting some opposition from my body,.........cough, cold.............a  bit of sneezing.............. or at least some fever.

There was none. In fact I felt normal, neither elevated nor tired, just about right.

Must be magic indeed!!