Rain, Coffee and Book

Now who will deny such a lovely combination? There would be few things in life that will give you instant gratification. Something that makes you happy; cuddle yourself and feel everything is so flawless. A feeling of contentment, a feel of all is well and a feeling of immense satisfaction even though nothing was wrong in the first place!

The rains, a mug of steaming hot coffee and good paper back book - never disappoint you. The monsoons in Bangalore are not as severe as they would be in Kerala. But still its blessed.  They are isolated and rain in patches here in Bangalore and unpredictable. The rains do cause inconveniences. Broken branches, uprooted trees, knee high puddles and vehicles wading in those waters. But hey! rains are rains! Its not the rains that are trouble; but lack of our civic infrastructure.

Anyway why am I digressing? So rains!

I've always managed to take a road trip during monsoon along the Western Ghats. The 300 odd km trip to Mangalore or sometime the 500 odd km upto Kundapur does work wonders; especially during the rains. The numerous tiny water falls gushing out along the road, the tall and dense trees, the windy slippery roads, the tall mountains shielded by grey clouds....its all to die for!

Even without a road trip, The aroma of the wet earth is to die for. The pitter patter sound on the roof, the drops on the window grills and the outburst of drops falling from leaves when the wind blows. The dull sky can be put with; the lush green trees makes up for it. Add in a mug of hot coffee! Voila! you have heaven at your feet. A senior manager in my previous company noticed my way of holding my mug of coffee during a casual conversation. It kind of shocked me - he noticing such a simple irrelevant thing.

But yeah! holding a mug of coffee safely with both your hands - feels safe, secure and all the world all to yourself, feeling the warmth of that precious liquid while taking in the aroma. Later did I read that it reveals your traits! So the coffee - sip your coffee sitting in the balcony with a favorite book in your hand. In your comfortable pajamas while it rains.

Gray clouds, soft whistle of the wind, the constant pitter patter of rains, turning page after page of a book. Not a digital reader; but a real book. A book whose pages you can turn; the smell of the paper, the colorful paperbacks or the hard bounds, the words you can scroll your finger through. Old and battered and yellowed pages maybe - but a real book.

These makes you forget all the pain, the troubles. You tend to think of love, happiness, forgiveness, sharing and caring. And why? I dont know. These three are always a winner!