Friday, October 8, 2010

Love in the Desert Rain

It was one of those special nights in Jaisalmer.
Jaisalmer..A city of desert..a city of history..a city of Rajputs..a city once captured by the Khalji dynasty. And it is also a city of very simple people who smiles at every word keeping their daily hazards of poverty and pains in shadow.

It was a quite night, after dinner I just went for a walk around the hotel when suddenly I felt something.
Something new happened.
Something touched my hand.
I looked up towards the sky.
And once again the touch came.
The touch of water droplets.
Little liquid drops of sheer amazement in this city of desert.
And soon it started raining.
Clouds floaked in the vast sky.
Winds rushed.
Sands gripped the roaming air.

And within that from all around came running people shouting almost chanting, ‘Barish! Barish!’(Rain..Rain!)
Their eyes full of wonder, happiness and ecstacy.Some hugged each other,some ran across the desert,some jumped,some shouted in their local front of me lay a group of local –people to whom today again is a night of magic! As clouds hardly stops at Jaisalmer. In the whole Rajasthan broadly. Maybe this rain came after 3-4 years!
Thus to all these people..the colour and touches of rain appeared special.
Special like the first touch of a woman!
And at that moment within the vast epitome of the brown sand dunes and the ripple marks I saw a girl.
She is hardly twenty.
And she like an open spirit running all over the desert!
Her hairs open like a fountain.
Her face blushing with some innocent godly beauty.
Her naked feet creating ripples all over the sands.
Her yellowish Choli(blouse) and green ghagra(skirt) getting wet and soaked in rain.
I got mesmerized and went on looking at her.
A mere local Rajasthani girl appearing in my eyes as the most beautiful lady of the world.
Again the splashes of rain.
Again the winds sharp.
Again the lightning blue through the white desert.
Again far across..two camels along with a caravan move on slowly..bells ringing from their neck.
Again the rain drops touching and pouring down the girl’s body.
Her hair.Her neckline. Her hands.Her feet.
And her lips.
Wet lips.
Winds crossed her and swept me.
I shivered.
The winds carried something more with it than the rain.

Beneath the Golden Fortress on the top of the mountain..within the seven hundred years old city..within the scattered broken historical buildings..the smell of a local Rajasthani girl of Jaisalmer slowly spreaded throughout my body..
A smell..a fragrance of a silent love.
I kissed it!



I liked your post. It's kind of touchy, for I visualised the entire seen. Yes! Baarish means a lot... and especially to the desert people. As it sustains and nourishes the physical aspects of our life so does love... which is a source of sustanence of our spirits. What fine blending of reality and imagination!A good writer first has to be and a good human being, who sees beauty and love overflowing all around and who also posseses a tremendous sense of appreciation for it and boundless potential to express it well so as to touch the reader's heart. I'm touched. Good work-Plz carry on with great confidence.

rumki maitra said...

this one epitomises beautifully the synchronization of nature and also shows ur immense liking towards Rajasthan....i am even amazed at ur vivid description of the colour of the girls dress.....its just fantastic...cos it shows the amount of research u do.
i love ur style of writing cos as a reader i can actually visualize what u try to convey to ur readers.this piece is really an awsome blend of nature n romance.once again this proves ur down to earth personality n ur romanticism....
the very mention of Jiasalmer brings to my mind Sonar Kella n a lot of nostalgic moments attached with it....n i am really glad that after reading this piece too u have been able to hold the same nostalgia for me.......
great work.....just carry on.

Saket Ranjan said...

One word--Beautiful! The way you described the rains, the people, their joy, the girl and your falling in love with her-- and the best thing was you made it feel so special, a glimpse of what they say platonic love. Loved it.