RAIN

RAIN.

The pitter-patter of the rain outside of my room is so refreshing. It is astounding to note the sudden transition of the environment from something more accustomed to a moment so aesthetic. The mere sound of the raindrops continually colliding and collapsing in the grounds lifts up the heaviness in the air, pulls you to the world interlaced  by your imaginations , weaved in by the threads of ethereal fantasies...indulging you in the realm of endless possibilities, plotting your own story adorned with the cherished moments of your life. A world inundated with the adventures you desperately need and strive for. I am left dazzled by how the rain always succeeds in enriching our senses and feeding your soul... 

A piece of soft music slowly filling the chamber and everyone engrossed in the beauty of this very moment, bewitched by the sublime melody so eloquently played, blending in with the scathing aroma- blistering from the burning incense, paralyzes your senses. The way you feel every inch of your body sway along with the beat, as if every cell in your body is vibrating all at the same time, all in the same tune. Like you are one with the music, you are the music.

Sounds surround us,  never do they disappear. They linger on inside out. Music or noise, the choice is ours to make,  it is our creation, our perception. Sounds have such energy in them, unconsciously we are made so vulnerable to them… unaware we maybe but it is constantly wiring our mind, our moods and our body in such deep level, in such subtle levels that it makes me wonder how far can these vibrations tease us, touch us, play us. Then again, how far deep are we… where are our depths? where exactly are we?