Plummets n Pleasures

Hey dear readers! Hope cheer and joy imbue your bodies and souls in abundance today! :)) Work has been keeping me on the trot these days, so Kreamy had to take a back seat for a while.

The month of August in Chennai is known for early monsoons. Though this year was comparatively drier, the dense downpour last Saturday made our streets real wild, wild wets. My parents and brother were in Bangalore, in my uncle’s place. So that meant that I was leisurely home alone after what seemed like ages!

Normally, on stormy weekend afternoons like these in Singapore, we would jump out and play in the rain as kids. In my late teens, I used to run up to the terrace to capture the heavy downpour and story it up on Instagram with some hot showy hashtags like #monsoonMood #rainPhotography #itsdrizzlingDalgona #cloudburtsWarrentCappucino and the likes with some bewitching BGMs like Zara Zara or Guzaarish! 🎧

Then I would hop down to tuck into a hot plate of plantain banana Bhajjis which Amma used to fry on every spell of rain for our family of four. But I wouldn’t share that part. 🤫 No one was supposed to know that I ate Bhajjis ….. simple homely dishes were considered too gauche and inelegant for Instagram!

But now, as a mature young lady in her mid-twenties, the charm of surreal social lives and fake favouritism has faded. So much so that, last Saturday, the thought of capturing the moments on my camera didn’t even cross my mind. Instead, I decided to pamper myself with a four-course high English tea, but of course, with some Indie fusions.

Starting with delicious tomato and cabbage sandwiches mixed in eggless mayo, I went for a plate of carrots, onions, corn, capsicums and tofu sandwich with a bottle of ketchup. 🥪 For the next course, I bought some raisin scones from the bakery and arranged them with a dollop of milkmaid as I didn’t have fresh cream. 🍽️ For the third course, I went for some leftover Masala Frittata. For the fourth and final round, I went for my comfort sweet – Mysore Pak. I partially opened the windows, fixed myself food and switched on some instrumental music on YouTube. Looking out of the window with a tumbler of Masala Chai 🍵, I pigged out on my four-course late-afternoon tea, capturing the moment forever in my heart. God was kind. 💙

As I looked out of the window, the raindrops made me reverie …..

On the terrace of twenty-three floors, she stood
Watching all the unfortunate raindrops that fell
‘You’re saved!’, she smiled to the drop on her palm
At least you landed on a high citadel!

Reshaping, in a trice, in her petite palm palet,
The raindrop peered at her, now visibly intrigued
Cleansing and cooling her soft brown skin,
‘What do you mean, Human?’, he humbly squeaked

On snow-white clouds so high up in the sky,
Waving at planes and birds, you all had so much mirth
But poor things, you’re made to return to the ground
Forced to tumble down so low, back to boring Earth

You see only the plummet, O Human, he chuckled
Not the thrilling pleasures that come with the flight
Not the happiness of all the flowers and leaves
Or the kisses of lovers that dance in delight

Raindrops, nosediving into the bare moist soil
Nature’s best perfume, the Petrichor, we brew
What better aphrodisiac is known to this world
Than the allure of red roses with fresh morning dew

Do you know how ecstatic it feels to seep into a seed
To wake the sleeping child and cast our magic spell?
To be able to split the sun’s white light into seven beautiful colours
In the open blue sky, to draw the rainbow, sans a pastel?

We dash down in enthusiasm to fill some empty wells
To replenish some lagoons, to serve some greater good
Of course, we’d return to the ocean and then to the clouds someday
But to pleasure the plummet n serve again, we all gladly would!