Stopgap. Sometimes I think I am there to fill a vacancy, a void ...temporarily. No one asks the sudden showers how they feel to come for a while to give respite from the heat, to wash away the dirt, to engulf the breeze with the fragrance of the earth.
I suppose it is not important. Nature is a giver. Human beings give, but in the giving we want to believe that we have filled a space. We do not want to even imagine we are there only for some spicy chaat and quiet chat until the main meal and the familiar sounds overtake lives.
It is good that one plays a role, any role at all in the larger scheme of things. But I would much rather that my silence overwhelmed and my absence became a huge gap, a crater fit for a freefall than being hailed as soothing showers. Seasonal. Stopgap.
I gather raindrops in my palm. I close my fist tightly around them. When I open it, my palm is wet. It will dry soon.
But I had collected those drops because I will ache for them. I had made them mine.
For me there is only one season with different weathers...each merging into the other. Not to give respite, but to replenish the other.
"Aasmaan se utaara gaya
Zindagi deke maara gaya"