RAINS IN KASHMIR
Hairat se Taakta hai sehra
Baarish ke nazraane ko,
Kitni door se ayi hai ye
Mitti se hath milane ko.
I am a strong believer of the fact that monsoon reason is the most awaited reason, for the kind of happiness it brings on the face of everyone. Anyone who says that sunshine brings happiness, has never danced in the rain. The utter joy for raindrops falling on your face when yo go round and round on the street is beyond comparison. The pleasantness and serenity of the rainy season convince peace, lone and harmony, When you fall asleep to the round of rain, after listening to the whispers of leaves and sighs of land, the amount of elation your heart receives, the vibe to which your mind sinks is incomprehensive.
This feeling remained the same for me, my walid, my Ummi, my sister throughout our childhood until the month of sept 2014, when the floods hit Kashmir and we had to shift to Delhi.
Sahem Uthte hai kachhe makaan
Paani ke khanf se,
Mehlon ki Aarzoo ye hai
Ki barsaat tez ho.
Door Door faila hua,
Pani he pani har taraf,
Ab ke baadal he
Bahut ki mehrbaani har taraf.
I still fondly remember that the destruction caused by floods in J&K that year put to test the Indomitable human spirit. But my honour and respect for the sterling service done by Fauj in rescue, relief and rehabilitation as part of “Operation Meghrahat”, it was only getting elevated. The reaction displayed by our nation’s armed forces were an epitome of resilience of the organization, Innate humanitarian spirit of soldiers and the leadership qualities of the officers. For me, this brought me closer to the Army and I couldn’t stop myself in recognizing and acknowledging the efforts they put in all disciplines.
As a Kashmiri, those days in the month of Sept 2014, I believe we owe our gratitude and gratefulness to the Allah and the entire defence forces of India. The forces had carried about 120 sorties everyday for rescue purpose, the numbers go wague in memory, but I salute the kind of grit, determination and brave-heartedness they displayed. But now even after so many years in Delhi, the thought of homes destroyed in the floods of 2014 gives me nightmares. The floods of 2014 are as much a milestone in my life as the events of 1990. They made me hit middle age. They transformed into somewhat anxious person. They also turned me into a person obsessed with the weather in Kashmir, a person who in the middle of Delhi unbearable summer, feels better when he wipes his sweat, and awkwardly says, “ I heard it rained Kashmir today. “
I have no idea whether it will be sunny or cloudy tomorrow, in Gurgaon, where I live. My Google feed is set to weather in Kashmir. When the waters of the Jhelum rise to ‘ danger level’, my hear sinks. When I see videos my of other Kashmiri youngsters(kids) in pheraus playing while it is raining in Srinagar, I feel a joy that I can’t describe. I whisper ‘ Nausheen Mubarak’ to myself.
I had this issue of Insomnia lingered me for many years. Then I heard that you have relaxing musics on internet that can help you sleep. I found a music with sound of sea. I didn’t work. I came across a beautiful track of rain falling in a tropical forest. That also didn’t work. Finally, I found a one hour track that has the pitter palter of rain falling on a tin roof. After this discovery, I have slept peacefully. The sound of rain falling on a tin roof takrs me home, I feel I’m in my bed with a kangri, I can sense the willow tree outside my window, swaying in the breeze.
Ek Aisi barish ho mere sheher par,
Jo ki sare dil aur saare dar paar ho jaye!!
