On Love, Rains, And Cobras

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An ode to love

It is just after dawn… There is a chill in the air… Winter is peaking. Being an early riser, I get to enjoy the charming weather that my city never fails to deliver. Strolling through my terrace garden, I am happy to see winter has been kind to the plants. Most of them have shed their coverings. However, some have indeed stood tall… The rose plants have started budding. I see the occasional bee humming by trying to retrieve his meal for the day..a beautiful picture..it makes me wonder, is spring round the corner? Spring the harbinger of peace, plenty, and not to forget love. Love in its myriad of hues and a volcano of emotions…lets talk about that today. So where does one begin?

Nothing surpasses a mother’s love. From the time she experiences the first flutter in her womb, every female of any species nurtures that which is growing within her with utmost care, despite knowing well that what she now hosts, will soon send on an emotional roller coaster for the next few decades. She braves every passing day, until the moment when, with all pomp and grandeur, the little one tears through her innards, bringing with them a new beginning that transforms the woman to a mother. A priceless bond that is completely sealed forever. All the rest fall into place second to that..love has done its job..and its blue!

Years pass by. The young one is ready to experience love of a different hue — you know what I am talking about — the palpitations, the insomnia, the raging fire within. All culminating in either a wonderful journey together or, sadly, a broken heart. Love of the quintessential lover. Definitely crimson in color.

With passing time, comes a more tranquil period in life. Love has taken a subtle shade there, calming down to a pink. The bond more eternal and strong, ready to face the music together and more. Creating a home, a family, and then slowly but truly the young ones leave the protected coop with a bagful of memories and love to find their footing in the world. Love once again has conquered, and this time it is white.

What else can I say? Love has indeed come full circle, sometimes leaving you enchanted. other times sad. From a raging fire to a peaceful ocean, but never a dull moment ever. Give it a go  — feel it in your veins, for it is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved. Keep those doors open, for love may indeed come calling!

Magical Rain

There is something magical about the rain: it never ceases to amaze me, especially when the days leading up to that beautiful moment are totally arid and dry. Rain brings with it a new freshness, second to nothing. And when accompanied by thunderstorms, it is indeed a spectacular cosmic dance! Every streak of lighting draws such lovely movements in the sky, aptly accompanied by the cosmic percussion. I am living that moment now, and nothing else matters. It brings out the best in you. Makes the peacock dance, a singer sing, a poet compose, and amateurs like me pen a few lines! These summer showers indeed are to live for.

Having said that, the rains also have their share of surprises. That is what I am about to narrate. This must’ve happened perhaps three years ago. My city was facing the heaviest of rain day in and out continuously. It would rain for days on end without respite. On one such afternoon I was back home after work trying to rest — not for long though.

My daughter had spotted a slithery friend cosying up in the backyard. Once I had seen it too, my heart stopped a beat! It was indeed a baby cobra. As always, when in need, I called on my search engine for help. I couldn’t believe my eyes when help arrived before I could say Jack Robinson! Venu, the snake catcher, all of 20 years old, was at my doorstep, eager to help. Without much ado, he lured the magnificent creature into his basket, not injuring even a scale off his back. Somehow we felt we hadn’t seen enough of the beautiful creature, and my daughter wished she could have another look at it. It was then, when he was fully in control of his captive, that Venu gave us a spectacular show of the snake and the charmer. Despite being only a foot long, the tiny one never once gave up his ferocity and danced to every wave of the hand of his captor. Totally fascinating! Eventually they went their way, and we were happy to be assured that no harm would come upon that tiny little one who seemed to have lost his way in the days’ fury of rain!


 

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About the author

Dr Latha Venkateswaran is a practising paediatric surgeon for twenty years now. She did her under graduation from KMC, Mangalore, and her post-graduation from the UK. She currently lives and works in Bangalore, India. She is the author of a collection of short stories called RIPPLES.It is a book of fictional short stories. She also writes non fiction,using real life anecdotes. Reading and writing have always been her passion. She loves thrillers and twists and brings out the most unique way of portraying this in all her stories! Her husband, son, and daughter ably support her in her passion.

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  • Monica October 21, 2024 at 1:06 pm
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    As always you have charmed your way to my heart with your heart warming lines Dr Latha!!!!

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