The First Rains

While driving to office today morning, I told my husband, I find Bangalore unusually hot in the last few days. And he went ahead to reminisce how a few years back, even though it would be hot during the day, the evenings would always be blessed with beautiful rainfall. At least this was the case for majority of the times. No doubt people love this place for its climate. But this was changing year by year. I thought, yes, it was God’s way of punishing for making the city a concrete jungle. Yes people, we want to settle here for its pleasant climate. By the time we are done with our construction and blind cutting down of trees and killing lakes, don’t know how much trace of that climate will be there.

This afternoon, our city experienced the first rain of the year. Knowing that this would mean my 30 km travel back home would take double the usual time as the roads are gonna be waterlogged and traffic a nightmare, but deep down I was glad for this rain. But Oh God, what a rain it was. Whipping and lashing on the surface of the earth as if crying out its frustration. Nature is weeping for the dying lakes, for the disappearing green cover but even then if it chose to relieve us of the heat, then I believe getting stuck in that traffic jam was a small price to pay in return. Nature is forgiving and forgetting. But it is high time we stop being blind to her plight. Rather than just being on the receiving end, give a thought to what we can give in return.