The Platform

Another year and another season have arrived. This one is my favorite, called the rainy season. It's raining right now. What I cherish the most about this season is that I can prepare a cup of piping hot coffee and grab a book. I can sit on the platform attached to the wall, which contains a big square glass window, and enjoy reading my book while sipping the hot reviving brew in the rain. As soon as the rain stops, I return to my couch happily. The power of such little moments in my life is undefinable. I remember, how especially I asked the architect's to design a low-hanging platform of white Bianca marble which shines like dusky sparkles under the sunlight. They constructed it right beneath the glass window in exactly the way I mentioned. I have my "dream reading space".

It is the first rain of the year and raining heavily. A few minutes before the rain has started, the sky was overcast. I had already sensed the intensity of rain while gazing at the dark, intense clouds. So, I quickly went to the kitchen and kept the milk in the boiler. After a few minutes, I poured some milk into my favorite chocolate brown colored coffee mug stirred some sugar and coffee powder in it. I thought of taking a sip to ensure the quantity of all the ingredients in the perfect amount, but I feared to lose my first perfect reading experience of the year. So, I waited. Then I entered my study room to pick one of the books kept on the table in a pile. The last and only work left before starting my book and watching the raindrops was to clean the platform which was covered by a broad layer of dust. It took me more time than expected to clean it, resulting in the rain had been started. So, I quicken the pace. The moist aroma of soil was mesmerizing. After cleaning, I sat on my favorite platform, leaned against the wall and started reading. I fell deeply into reading. The heavy patting of raindrops on the glass window drew my attention. It felt like raindrops were whispering something. I glued my right ear to the windowpane like eavesdropping.

I was listening patiently to the harsh tapping of the pouring rain with my right ear while my eyes stuck at the edge that joins the platform and the wall with the pane. I heard what raindrops were whispering - "How long have you not been here, to this cozy cabin, after our last meet, which was last year? You see, the corners have turned black from white; too dark to clean the dust off by a simple wiping cloth." I still remember the time when the marble was new and glittered like the stars in the dark. What I see now is the dusky sparkles turned into the dusty one. A few raindrops have come out my eyes too before the rain has finally stopped. And then I leaned against the wall again and continued reading. This time, "no going back to the couch".

Message- "We crave for things/beings in our life that we do not possess. When it arrives, we do enjoy it/respect them for some time and then take it for granted. We do not realize the life of it/relationship with them is deteriorating as time pass by."

It's high time to take the right step.