October 28, 2010

Patterns on my window

It is a heavy downpour and the raindrops are hitting the window pane hard. The drops barely stay on the glass for a second and drop slowly down. The raindrops have made everything blurred. This is what I think looking at the window of my room in a lazy monsoon afternoon. Then without paying any little attention, I turn towards the interesting book I am reading. I never give a second look to the raindrops on the window.

I never used to think those raindrops on my window as anything special.

I was then returning to Pune at the beginning of a new semester. The train journey was long, tiring, and boring. Having nothing worthwhile to do, I was lazily gazing out of the window to the same scenery I had seen tens of time. It was July, the monsoon month. And soon the rain blurred everything out of sight. I was still looking at the window. My mind was wandering around aimlessly. It was sometime before I realized I am following the path of the raindrops as they are hitting the glass of my window. And it was the first time I consciously notice the path and pattern of raindrops.

As my eyes followed a raindrop, I was quite amazed to see the path it is making on the glass. It was a somewhat slow path upward with a gradual ascent. As the drop moved, it left its trace behind on the sticky glass. It was interesting. I had never noticed before water droplets moving in an ascending direction ‘violating’ laws of gravity. It was kind of funny to realize the effect of wind and motion. I watched the drops tracing their paths. I watched those making unusual patterns on the glass. My journey was no more boring. I ‘discovered’ unusual and interesting patterns. I loved those raindrops.

And from then on, I often notice the raindrops making patterns. Sometimes the patterns are interesting and different. Sometimes they are usual. But they are always captivating. I find it amusing to watch the droplets moving up the windscreen of a speeding car. I find the first few drops of rain on the glass beautiful. When each one is still so very distinct.

The big fat rain drops make those interesting circular patterns. Looking out of the window I find the blurred world outside. It looks like a colorful picture with some photoshop editing, framed at the window. To me it is a new way of looking out at the world and the images it creates. The other day, I was in my office. It was rainy and yet sunny. Those big drops falling on the skylight created big roundish patterns. The sun shining through the mosaic of raindrops played with light and shade creating a mesmerizing image.

As the rain pours, it creates those almost vertical lines on the window glass of my room. And then suddenly the wind changes and so does the pattern. From vertical, it changes to diagonal lines. Making a crisscross pattern as it slowly erases the previous vertical lines, I admire the beauty in its symmetry. When it is just drizzling, the tiny droplets shine on the glass. The speckled glass looks like a shiny gift wrapper. And when the rain hits hard, it creates patterns imitating fancy frosted glass.

The raindrops play. They create patterns. They wash them out to draw new ones. They play with creativity in their apparent symmetry. It is mysterious, it is mesmerizing. And I remain silent admiring the patterns on my window.

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