“All good books are alike in that they are truer than if they had really happened and after you are finished reading one you will feel that all that happened to you and afterwards it all belongs to you: the good and the bad, the ecstasy, the remorse and sorrow, the people and the places and how the weather was. If you can get so that you can give that to people, then you are a writer.”

Monday, November 15, 2010

Another rainy day

Sitting beside an open window, sipping tea and cradling the lap-top, I look out into a rainy Singaporean afternoon sky. The rain has turned it into a shade of light gray evenly spread, broken intermittently only by faint outlines of darker clouds. A gentle rumbling of thunder streaks the soft silence of the skies. The cool wind, the foggy skies and the patter of the rain sets the mood for introspection. I think of the days spent so far in Singapore, now almost drawing to a close for this semester.

The semester started out with a huge burst of excitement. The novelty of living in a new country, befriending people of different nationalities and exploring places in Singapore. The mid of the semester was busy with submissions and assignments. It's now towards the end of the semester that I get time to wind back and relax.

Towards the evening the rain draws back, leaving behind a cool and pleasant night. Stray drops of rain fall silently with a mind of it's own. In such spectacular weather, I spend the evening lying on rocks beside the gentle flowing waves of the ocean. I am accompanied by a friend, a real crazy one at that, but one who is charmingly sincere. We talk into the night, all the while accompanied by the ebb of the sea.

On the whole, today has been a spectacular rainy day. And now in this wee hour, I find sleep gradually stealing in drawing my eyelids shut, but I resist it with the cheerful buoyancy of a spirited night.