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It’s Monsoon season; authentic, natural and purifying shower of heavenly life. The rain symbolizes life and creativity. During the pagan past, people worshiped rain as a demigod. In literature, writers wrote about rain in half astonishment and half reverence. This reverence and astonishment sometimes, gave way to fear and uncertainty. This perhaps, is the reason why rain becomes the background for so many action sequences and mysteries, in movies, and sorrowful events, of course. In our current social life, we pretend to heed not the charm and mystery of this companion phenomenon. However, with an occasional whip-lashing it rains down and washes away shacks among abodes and skyscrapers alike. At that point, at least, we do the proper service at the altar of attentiveness, on the arrival of this heavenly phenomenon.
I decided officially to inaugurate monsoon, to respect, to admire, and to observe, this manna of earthly resurrection. I wish if all my readers could say with me for ten seconds, the following lines, in the inaugural ceremony of Monsoon, June 2013.
O, watery substance,
That fills the oceans,
O, undeniable presence,
That blows soul into sleeping seeds
O, reluctant pacifist of delicate design,
O, fundamental sign of growth, and desire,
O, rational being of the fantastical realm,
O, penetrating passion of the silent skies,
O, poison weed of summer heat,
O, naïve child,
Of naked mother,
We see you,
We respect you,
We drink from you.
In the auspices of all your dignified presences, I hereby inaugurate Monsoon, June 2013.