Well, I cannot be sure anymore. It has been over a month since I last saw it. This morning, I stood in the balcony with a cup of coffee and tried hard to ferret it out. I looked at this corner of the sky and that, squinted, even burnt one finger, but nope, no sun. The sky was lined with bad-weather clouds; thunder growled ominously in the distance. It is official: the golden glob over our heads is a thing of the past.
In this sun-less world, I barely get by. The laundry needs to be artificially dried, which means our dryer is perpetually on. Just one of the many perks of having a newborn in the house who looks his most content when he is pooping. After a long night of glorious sleep—give me a moment to do a deep-belly laugh here please—all I want to do is feel the sun on my skin. But all I get are raindrops. And dampness. And mosquitoes. And a general brooding sense of malaise.
When I was little, the rain fascinated me so. I would sit by the window and try to catch the raindrops. My raincoat was bright pink, and I looked forward to wearing it to school. If my school bus got stuck in the traffic, I could sing songs with my girlfriends for longer. My clothes were always dry. My Mom’s smile was my sunshine. How everything has changed!
“Don’t you care about the farmers at all? How will the crops grow if it doesn’t rain?”
Yes, I actually got that from someone recently. Someone whose definition of crops, I am pretty sure, is limited to the processed foods aisle in the supermarket. Chips are a crop. They use potatoes, don’t they?
“Too much rain can be as damaging as too little,” I told them.
They frowned. “You selfish people.”
Yes, okay, I am selfish. I cannot handle these sun-less days anymore. They get under my skin like a crawling, gnawing worm. I feel a kind of sadness that makes my outlook on everything appear bleak and meaningless. Back in Vienna, we would often have days like these in the winter, and I would spend my time chasing whatever little sunshine we did get. But in a manner I cannot fully explain, the lack of sunshine this year feels infinitely worse. It feels interminable.
I have had it with the rain. Teleport me to the green, sunlit valleys that I am sure exist in some part of the world. I want to remain there alone and undisturbed and let the sun rejuvenate and repair me enough to face this terrible dreariness again. Or wait, maybe I will just remain. Hobbes is so right. Nothing quite compares to the contentment of a big sunny field to be in.
I think that Hobbes is right. 🙂
Hobbes sure is wise, isn’t he? 🙂
Kolkata is missing the Sun now
Here’s hoping its now back in the skies. 🙂
So maybe you would have done better as a migratory bird…Just joking. I love the sun as well. I must add a little story here. Recently I went to a friends place and there was something strange about her home but I couldn’t fathom what. After much deliberation I realised that she had literally covered most of her windows since the house was completely air conditioned and there was hardly any natural light. Hardly a crevasse to let the sunlight in. And no wonder I felt so morose there. So yes, the sun lifts us up but then it’s okay to not have the sun around all the time. At least we miss it enough! Enjoy the rains. They are sparse in our part of the country this time.
Migratory bird sounds awesome! What wouldn’t I give to fly, spread my wings, and take in huge gusts of air… 😛
I could totally relate to your anecdote. The lack of natural light does weird things to the mind and body. Trying to give myself a pep talk titled “this too shall pass” every day. Wishing you a happy monsoon, Sonia. 🙂
My body is doing its slow count down as the sun does the same. We’ve had an unseasonably wet Summer but we still get sunshine on most days, even if its for just a few minutes. No sun makes me feel like I live in a perpetual fog. Both inside and out.
Here’s to your sun, shining again soon.
Even a few minutes make such a huge difference, no? Thanks a lot for helping me conjure back the sun – here’s to sunny days in August for both of us! 🙂