Monsoo
As Deva listened to the pattering on his window pane, he became aware of what was to the the first in the documented history of the golden californian land, a monsoon. El Nino and El Nina, its twin sister had collided to produce a storm, a perfect one like that on Jupiter and promised to many a flower power loving San Francisco dweller a blissful dance of climatic activity. It had spurned speculations among many that it could transform the coastal towns completely as gale force winds lashed out and beat their fury on shanties and hutments strewn along the craggy Pacific coastline. As the water carrying winds from far off lands tiptoed its way across the pacific from the south californian coast of santa barbara to the bleak environs of half moon bay and further north to the parched shores of arizona, seagulls mocked each other in gay merriment and shoals of fish danced in wondrous welcome to the expectant oncoming onslaught of furious waves on the timid coast.
He was reminded of his carefree childhood days in the hills of Karnatka, amidst the wildflowers of Kemmanagundi, the chicory plantations of madikari, the beaches of gokarna, and the watery confines of cauvery where he had played many a game with his childhood friends splashing about in the potholes and watching little paper boats dissolve into whirlpools. Of all the things back home, that town called Udupi that he had left much to the dismay of his family he missed cricket in the rain. That game of putting bat to ball which made many an Indian kid rub his hands in glee, roll his eyes with twinkling delight and run out of the house with some made up lies about running some errands only to dissolve into a gang of friends wielding the cricket kit's paraphernilia.
The pain of separation from his homeland had been lessened only by his proximity to the angelic Sarah and her person always beamed down on him with his serendipitious charm and magnanimous elan.The mere thought of her made him reminisce childhood sweethearts and faint memories of teenage crushes swam in front of his wet eyes.
Presently, the wet ground beneath his feet outside his plush office stood as a contrast to the clamour of the concrete haven that was the silicon valley office space. Sporadic bursts of tepid teeming droplets and fervent gushes of cold winds brought about by a virulent display of gusting clouds made him seek out shelter in his umbrella. It made a big "whoosh" and sprang open in the crammed space that was his office entrance barely avoiding the beautiful incoming stranger that he had barely noticed out of the corner of his eyes.
He was reminded of his carefree childhood days in the hills of Karnatka, amidst the wildflowers of Kemmanagundi, the chicory plantations of madikari, the beaches of gokarna, and the watery confines of cauvery where he had played many a game with his childhood friends splashing about in the potholes and watching little paper boats dissolve into whirlpools. Of all the things back home, that town called Udupi that he had left much to the dismay of his family he missed cricket in the rain. That game of putting bat to ball which made many an Indian kid rub his hands in glee, roll his eyes with twinkling delight and run out of the house with some made up lies about running some errands only to dissolve into a gang of friends wielding the cricket kit's paraphernilia.
The pain of separation from his homeland had been lessened only by his proximity to the angelic Sarah and her person always beamed down on him with his serendipitious charm and magnanimous elan.The mere thought of her made him reminisce childhood sweethearts and faint memories of teenage crushes swam in front of his wet eyes.
Presently, the wet ground beneath his feet outside his plush office stood as a contrast to the clamour of the concrete haven that was the silicon valley office space. Sporadic bursts of tepid teeming droplets and fervent gushes of cold winds brought about by a virulent display of gusting clouds made him seek out shelter in his umbrella. It made a big "whoosh" and sprang open in the crammed space that was his office entrance barely avoiding the beautiful incoming stranger that he had barely noticed out of the corner of his eyes.
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