The terrace...

In olden days men use to sleep outside the house and women use to sleep inside the house. There are two reasons; one is to guard the house... Two to escape the sultry tropical climate.. Now a days we sleep inside a locked room with climate control - I mean airconditioners... Though nowadays we Can't sleep outside,  still we can enjoy the terrace.. Vertical living could be a hurdle but give it a try atleast once...

Read remaining of the post in a husky bedtime story voice... You will love it....

The Terrace ....

Summer is about to end, dampness announces the monsoon,

The climate inside the house is still hot and humid,

I spread my bed in the terrace, to enjoy the gentle breeze,

There I lay in the open air, gazing at the stars,

With a bleak yellow light behind me,

The lightning streaks meet the far away barren land,

Feels like the sky is clicking my picture with flash light,

Followed by a loud sound of a thunder; reminding me,

It’s not a flash photography...

Occasionally passing vehicles wakes up the street dogs,

Street dogs responds with a bark,

Followed by their friends in the next gully,

I start to count the stars, one here and there,

I found only a dozen but amazed with their formation,

A sickle, A half moon, A zigzag,

While Wondering about the polar star,   

I could feel the gentle cool breeze brushing me in the terrace,

Wondering why the breeze refuses to flow inside, 

Crickets starts to pitch their notes;

while a frog counters with a croak; It rained a day before,

Community Gurkah passes-by blowing whistle,

The Gurkah's whistle calms the crickets and the frogs,

Crickets and frogs start again with fading whistle sound,

Shadow of the passing cloud darkens the terrace,

I Could hear a melody song, probably from the FM radio,

I close my eyes for a goodnight sleep,

 Early morning dew settles down,

Do you feel the chillness of the dew drops,

It feels like I am in a fairy land,

Where the cloud floats below the feet,

The sun hesitates to rise and slowly peeps out,

  Spreading out rangoli of orange, yellow & magenta colors,

The early bird wakes me up with its singing,

Opening my eyes I slowly get down from the fairy land,

A new day and a new journey has just began...

                                    - Allwyn Chellakumar

Life is all about enjoying & capturing the memorable moments. Hope the readers would give a try and those who have already tried share your experience to motivate other. This will also reduce the green house gases being released from the air conditioners..