Pressed the snooze button thrice and finally dismissed the alarm before delving back into dreamland. Delhi was witnessing heavy rains after a long and dry 300 days of summer and it was one hell of a feeling. Wrapped up in a cosy blanket, a cool breeze stroking my hair, the sound of rain drops gently swaying me along and the petrichor* rising up in the air like a perfume to me. Describing it in one phrase I was having an orgasmic feeling.
Everything around was so peaceful and quiet except the rains but a strong sense of anxiety and restlessness began to stir me from within like never before. I felt like I was on a high almost intoxicated by it. I could feel it nudging me, caressing me, filling me from within. I was yearning to hold it, get engulfed by it. Gradually I lost sense of what was around me. I felt as if I made love with it.
Today there was no one else; no one to shake me up and bring me back to the so-called reality. The anxiety, the restlessness was not there. There was no other noise to make me regain the fact that there exists an alternate world where I spend most of my time in my “conscious” state of mind. The only noise was that of the incessant rain but it was not preventing me from finding that realm of my inner stillness which is an inseparable but a rarely visited part of my being.
It was strange, somewhat scary. I lost control of my physical self but I was freely moving around witnessing places I have never been to before. It was so magical when it rained...*Petrichor: (pronounced PET-rih-core) means"the pleasant smell that accompanies the first rain after a long period of warm, dry weather" - First use by geologists I.J. Bear & R.G. Thomas for an article they published in the journal Nature in 1964
