In the monsoon melody
I loose count of time
This is the view outside my window right now . And I can just sit for hours looking at it , admiring the emerald leaves and the lilac flowers , whose color change with each passing day. When they bloom they are dark psychedelic purple and as the sunlight fall on them they change to orchid and pink . And to a faint whitish pink in just a few days .
When the air sways them they dangle on the branches like a group of giggling girls ready to be shooed away . Sometimes they just hang quietly on the slender branches , waiting for the jilted lover to come and embrace them . When the hurried breeze come they jostle and sing a song in hushed voice . The butterflies and bees come looking for nectar , even the humming birds hum and they embrace them shyly .
On a windy day when my windows rattle they oscillate in a perfect harmony , dancing to the tune of nature’s orchestra . And when the showers of monsoon magic come they smile , get doused in their love and embrace them with passion . When they leave the branches , they still lie in the path silently welcoming a new day and still spreading smile to the passers-by.