We had welcome rains in Bangalore yesterday - well, welcomed by all but the spectators of the IPL match at Chinnaswamy, I guess ! The showers soaked the parched earth and soothed the fevered minds of people. It rained through the night, as the people slept fitfully to the lullaby of the pitter-patter rain drops.
The morning after, is glorious. The sun shines benevolently, a gentle breeze runs through the trees, the birds chirp, squirrels squeak and run around with renewed enthusiasm. The grass looks greener, the ground is strewn with gulmohar petals, giving a red carpet welcome to the early risers. The entire campus looks as though it has been scrubbed clean for the arrival of some dignitary.
As Robert Browning would say -
THE year 's at the spring,
And day 's at the morn;
Morning 's at seven;
The hill-side 's dew-pearl'd;
The lark 's on the wing;
The snail 's on the thorn;
God 's in His heaven—
All 's right with the world!
P.S. Wonder why the snail is on the thorn - ouch!
3 comments:
Not the kind of Gayle RCB would have wanted :)
Hi!
I thought about this and concluded that he's referring to the plant as the thorn. I think some plants which have thorns in them can be called 'thorns', and the snail is sitting on the stem of one such plant and not on the prickly thing itself!
Hi!
I thought about this and concluded that he must have been referring to the whole plant as the 'thorn'. I think some plants which have thorns on them can be called 'thorns', and the snail is sitting on the stem of one such plant and not on the prickly thing itself!
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