THOUGHTS on a RAINY morning .............................

Thoughts on a rainy morning ………………..

It is 7.50 in the morning. Raining little heavily outside of my house I am sure that some of you experiencing the same at this moment may be in a different way. 07 more days to forget not to celebrate ( some ?) I must tell the day marked in world history with the shaking fingers not only in the pages of their country pages/ United states  9/11 also in the hearts of the people  who witnessed the incident via the little screen and through their own eyes. May be we should memorize and forget the ‘bad memories’ but should not forget the ‘lives lost lessons and learnt.

The biggest lesson and the only message that we can learn and spread from such things is ‘SAY NO TO TERRORISM’ of any sort relates to anything.

September is a different month for me though some born and some die in different days on different months. My close pal my sister was born in the month of September.

Everyday someone is giving birth to a child or some one is leaving some ones life or get engage or entangled with someone. Those are ‘human relationships’, different and different from person to person as well.  

The tree, the Jack tree very near to my door way is completely wet by now. The drops of rain falling apart from top shelter towards the grounded routs of the jack tree, that is taller than the roof of our shelter, I can observer. There is a little iron fence not to protect the tree but to not letting anyone fall from this stored house, from the top outer area of the house.

The rain drops that fall in to this ironic fence produce a different sound. Some silveric kind of a sound. The slow wind adds some rhythm to the falling drops I can observe at this moment. The drops do not fall straight it produces different wavy kind of parting the tree top.

The little outside space built to sit and chat with friends, walk a little looking at the sky or the neon lights that visualize and add different look to the outer space of the night time environment filled with risen rain drops.

The little slope that allows flowing the water without letting them get- together outside of  my writing area flowing down with a ‘unreadable mood’.

The mobile bread van distracts my thoughts not allowing to come out from my inner part and it tries to carry them away with the musical sound that we most of us are familiar with.

Needs to prepare a little note for a new friend introduced by an old co worker and a teacher kind of researcher Dr. Nireka. She is paying me for that I think that ‘money is a man incredible you can not do with or without sometimes. ‘thoughts are sometimes exchange with money and sometimes feelings are exchange with credit cards, sometimes these ‘money thoughts not only bring money but also ‘friends’, ‘co- working contacts’, ‘close contacts, sometimes these money talks distracts or take you away from your own contacts or it distracts from own thoughts, inner contacts.

How fantastic it is if we refrain from using artificial fans early in the mornings. Saves money and electricity. It is so cool and full of moisture out there near my vicinity.  

One ‘s moisture-full  thoughts bears and carries his/her day forward, or push them forward allowing  ‘no dry thoughts to be entered’ all along the day.  That is the wonder of a wonderful morning like this with rainy start.

This morning of mine has or shows no particular colour it has taken the colours of all colours I feel it that way. This is very good I thought, though different colours add different thoughts, kind of mixed thoughts in to ones mind.  I guess it is so good to see a mind coloured with no colour.  Oh no colour is also a colour, a kind, sometimes I forget such things when my thoughts gets different shapes and sizes sometimes due to different thoughts.

So I have no particular thing to discuss today. I like this way of elaborating my minds and experimenting my hands on ‘my key board of thoughts’ which give my mind some rhythm ‘every moment and every occasion’ ‘sometimes no thoughts come out at all’.

On any preferred days or in some mornings or afternoons it is so good to avoid looking at things in a very analytical way.

 Analysis sometimes adds accuracies not always good for hearts and minds. Once in a way it is good to let the mind free from ‘dry and negative thoughts’ allowing the mind full filled with very moisturic thoughts.

It is falling apart drops which makes some sounds at this moment. I can hear the sounds of the moving vehicles now not the sounds of the ‘roof touching rain drops moments’.

My little ginger tree has grown another inch or so high and ‘no ginger tea these days’ ‘who introduced ginger plant to my country should ask someone ‘the history of the ginger plant’.

Plant trees as a project you will face ‘no drought seasons but some very cooly moisture seasons which allows your heart and mind to get entangle with some ‘dry less gazes and embraces.

Grow billions and billions of various plants I don’t mind growing even single tiny plants in every spacious space.

‘Strict the laws, re create the laws for those who cut down trees for unnecessarily, reasons are obvious if you want to see a tree-full world in the future. I am sure that no one wants a tree less world to live and love.

Let’s protect the ‘plant - nursery owners’ the groups who not only contributing in ‘protecting the world environment’ also uplifting their own standards of financial/living without giving any burden to anyone.

Rain has stopped

The day has begun and it’s natural shapes changing towards ‘normalcy’ because everyday is not a rainy day people has started moving across and along the roads.

this rain is unpredictable i noted a moment ago that rain has stopped experience the differences it started raining once again in a more heavier way shutting all the doors and windows locking me inside of my thoughts than in previous moments 

wrote on 9/4/2012.