Thursday, October 29, 2009

October smells...

Returning late that night, when the chilly wind swept past me, sending along a sudden gush of shivers and goosebumps - something seemed vaguely familiar - I instinctively hugged myself... and my mind registered the chill and the arrival of October at the same moment.

October smells of fog-its sudden onslaught-like draping a cloud of white pollen... engulfing everything coming along its way.Purifying Earth.

October smells of dew drenched grasses-short and tall-raining on ur feet and splashing minuscule droplets on your bare arms as you cross the fields.

October smells of the heavenly gangasiuli(Nyctanthes). Moon's answer to sun's parade of lovers.The flower blossoms at night and drops when the first rays of dawn touch it.Ephemeral.
And its smell-well,nature offers a treat to our olfactory senses!You take on long breaths, as if you want to take it with you.You stay there till you start feeling dizzy...till it fills ur every cell and then when you walk along, there's a sense of contentment.

October smells of lit earthen diyas mingled with magnesium phosphorous smoke.

October smells of kasatandi flower.Long stemmed with thick white inflorescence-playing along,swaying along with wind as if imploring it to take them along with.

And reigns over all,is the october moon.With Kumar Purnima round the corner,when it shines with full vigour and youth.Grandma says its the biggest moon of the year-its aura stretching and spreading itself to limits.Its beautiful.
Maybe it owes its beauty to its background to some extent.October gives us a clear sky.A painter's sky.It is sheer joy watching sunlight playing with water droplets-creating, inventing new colours.A clear nursery blue.A calm orange hue.Cloudless,unperturbed sky...

October-serene, tranquil, placid...

"The world may be full of misery and delusion, it may not give a tithe of what we ask, it may offer hatred instead of love-dissapointment, wretchedness, triviality, and heaven knows what; but there is one thing which compensates for all the rest,that takes away the merry-go-round from a sordid show, and gives it a meaning, a solemnity, and a magnificence, which makes it worthwhile to live.And for that one thing all we suffer is richly overpaid.

'And what the dickens is that?' asked Frank, smiling.

Miss Ley looked at him with laughing eyes,holding out the roses, her cheeks flushed.

'Why, beauty, you dolt!'she cried gaily. 'Beauty' "

-The merry-go-round by W.S.Maugham


2 comments:

Swamy Saran Atul said...

October was the month I was born.
I bet you'll like the date 13 as well ;-)
If you talk half as well as you write, I'm considering a coffee-conversation! Respects.

sensiblenisha said...

Well all my good frnds r october born..and I've certain affinity towards october.And that consideration 4 'coffee-conversation' made my day.thanks.