Under The Dripping Tree

Monsoon comes every year with the swish of a cloak of rain. We don’t get heavy rainfall, but it drizzles day in and day out. The gusty wind invites downpours and it rains ceaselessly throughout the night. And the next day, the leaves, streets and paths are refreshed and clean.

Bengalis love rain. Poets and writers have written pages upon pages about the sound of rain falling on tin roofs _ like music to the ears. Creativity blooms, and the writers let the verses flow.

 Taking a walk soaked in rain is a favourite activity of thousands. Even if you are not outside, sitting with a book on the balcony can be therapeutic. Amidst the work load and pressure, a peek outside the window will show children having a fun shower, followed by worried mothers. The best scene would show people sharing an umbrella beneath a dripping tree as they wait for the bus.

Immense rain means schools are suspended and teenagers make their way to the local playground. They slide, dive, jump and kick on the almost immobile football and do anything, other than play an organised game.

Meals on a rainy day mean traditional khichuri (a combination of rice and pulses) and fried fish, a favourite of many. A whiff of its aroma reflects home comfort.

We lived near the Buriganga River, at a time when its water was pristine and crystal clear. On a rainy day, we defied the drizzle and rented a boat. We would paddle down the bank and wave at the children diving in for a swim. At times, we used to stay at home and beg our elders to tell us ghost stories. It would become particularly spooky on a dark stormy night.

There is something unique about the gloomy yet beautiful monsoon days that make us want to curl up in our quilts, sip refreshing tea and enjoy the rain. As the dark clouds gather, we are able to smell the wet earth and enjoy the crisp dewy wind in the evening or take off for a quiet holiday to behold the gifts of the Almighty.

The writer is a student of Dhanmondi Tutorial.

Photos: Internet.

Under The Dripping Tree

Monsoon comes every year with the swish of a cloak of rain. We dont get heavy rainfall, but it drizzles day in and day out. The gusty wind invites downpours and it rains ceaselessly throughout the night. And the next day, the leaves, streets and paths are refreshed and clean. Bengalis love rain. Poets and writers have written pages upon pages about the sound of rain falling on tin roofs _ like music to the ears. Creativity blooms, and the writers let the verses flow. Taking a walk soaked in rain is a favourite activity of thousands. Even if you are not outside, sitting with a book on the balcony can be therapeutic. Amidst the work load and pressure, a peek outside the window will show children having a fun shower, followed by worried mothers. The best scene would show people sharing an umbrella beneath a dripping tree as they wait for the bus. Immense rain means schools are suspended and teenagers make their way to the local playground. They slide, dive, jump and kick on the almost immobile football and do anything, other than play an organised game. Meals on a rainy day mean traditional khichuri (a combination of rice and pulses) and fried fish, a favourite of many. A whiff of its aroma reflects home comfort. We lived near the Buriganga River, at a time when its water was pristine and crystal clear. On a rainy day, we defied the drizzle and rented a boat. We would paddle down the bank and wave at the children diving in for a swim. At times, we used to stay at home and beg our elders to tell us ghost stories. It would become particularly spooky on a dark stormy night. There is something unique about the gloomy yet beautiful monsoon days that make us want to curl up in our quilts, sip refreshing tea and enjoy the rain. As the dark clouds gather, we are able to smell the wet earth and enjoy the crisp dewy wind in the evening or take off for a quiet holiday to behold the gifts of the Almighty. The writer is a student of Dhanmondi Tutorial. Photos: Internet.