It rained heavily here yesterday. The strangeness of the timing felt a bit odd (its end march not exactly monsoon yet) but the feeling was rejuvenating. Amidst all the despair enveloping the world today the showers came with a heart warming music of their own.
Morning was no different. Droplets of last night's rain hung precariously from the foliage, rested contentedly in the dried leaves carpeting my garden floor, hugged the tree trunks which turned a bit darker drenched with the rain. The air felt crisp and fresh. It filled my lungs with minty freshness as I took a deep breath.
Our house, the government accommodation we stay in currently is located next to a very busy road. On any given day traffic is thick and the noise grating from the engines and the horns. But today its relatively quiet due to the lockdown. Amidst all that silence the birds suddenly sound a bit raucous. The beautiful chirping on a regular day seems very poetic now. All of them flock together in the garden hunting for food and occasionally get into duels too. The langurs who are permanent residents of the cantonment hoot from their perches. Earlier their calls went unnoticed but now I could hear them distinctly. They don't sound too good.
The forced isolation and retreat of man from the lap of nature has somehow made it clear that there are others too who inhabit this world with us. Its not always about us and for us. The pure calls of nature are so visible now. And trust me when I say that just being a silent observer of the goings on is a very enthusing experience.
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