It's raining, it's pouring,
The old man is snoring
He went to bed
And bumped his head
And couldn't get up in the morning
In other words, it is raining in Chennai. It's raining in a place where the only weather conditions are mild summer, medium summer, melt your pants off summer, a blink and you miss rainy season with a whiff of winter. And now we have been assailed by four systems, with a fifth one getting ready to join the fourth. Whew! That's a lot of rain and people are complaining of everything and sundry.
My blog was supposed to be as regular as our normal monsoon forecast but it has languished unnoticed for more than a year. Procrastinators like me have plenty of reasons for not completing a task and in this case though I'm tempted to blame it on the weather, I have to own up that I was actually waiting for the perfect moment. Ahem...and no, that's a genuine reason; not a procrastinator's excuse.
But all these limiting thoughts aside, for me the rains have always brought out more words, more creativity, more 'perfect moments.' Where for many the rains bring with it everyday woes of water stagnation, mosquitoes, bad roads and such, for me it also means growth and fertility. Chennai has been water starved for the latter part of summer and when initially we rejoiced the onset of monsoon, it has not taken long for people to suffer the consequences. It has been difficult to appreciate this beautiful phenomenon or think too much about these multiple weather systems coiling and moving towards our coast.
This time, however the monsoon commemorates an important milestone in my life. That of becoming a MOTHER. Mother.The title makes me feel exalted, mature and important. I feel truly responsible for another person in this world, and though the thought scares me a bit, I feel quite important. :). So, this monsoon I can't really feel too bad. If fertility and growth symbolizes rain for me, then this circumstance only affirms that opinion of mine. I was pregnant through the last monsoon, and this monsoon I am a Mother writing a blog post which starts with a rhyme that I sing to my six month old.
There has been so much to record and chronicle of her development and those files will find their way to this blog. The prospect is so cheerful as it will be a representation of the milestones she will reach and all the idiosyncrasies that go with it.
So looking forward to the future. Happy monsoon!
The old man is snoring
He went to bed
And bumped his head
And couldn't get up in the morning
In other words, it is raining in Chennai. It's raining in a place where the only weather conditions are mild summer, medium summer, melt your pants off summer, a blink and you miss rainy season with a whiff of winter. And now we have been assailed by four systems, with a fifth one getting ready to join the fourth. Whew! That's a lot of rain and people are complaining of everything and sundry.
My blog was supposed to be as regular as our normal monsoon forecast but it has languished unnoticed for more than a year. Procrastinators like me have plenty of reasons for not completing a task and in this case though I'm tempted to blame it on the weather, I have to own up that I was actually waiting for the perfect moment. Ahem...and no, that's a genuine reason; not a procrastinator's excuse.
But all these limiting thoughts aside, for me the rains have always brought out more words, more creativity, more 'perfect moments.' Where for many the rains bring with it everyday woes of water stagnation, mosquitoes, bad roads and such, for me it also means growth and fertility. Chennai has been water starved for the latter part of summer and when initially we rejoiced the onset of monsoon, it has not taken long for people to suffer the consequences. It has been difficult to appreciate this beautiful phenomenon or think too much about these multiple weather systems coiling and moving towards our coast.
This time, however the monsoon commemorates an important milestone in my life. That of becoming a MOTHER. Mother.The title makes me feel exalted, mature and important. I feel truly responsible for another person in this world, and though the thought scares me a bit, I feel quite important. :). So, this monsoon I can't really feel too bad. If fertility and growth symbolizes rain for me, then this circumstance only affirms that opinion of mine. I was pregnant through the last monsoon, and this monsoon I am a Mother writing a blog post which starts with a rhyme that I sing to my six month old.
There has been so much to record and chronicle of her development and those files will find their way to this blog. The prospect is so cheerful as it will be a representation of the milestones she will reach and all the idiosyncrasies that go with it.
So looking forward to the future. Happy monsoon!
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