A Rainy Day Memoir
-Moheindu
Amiran Chemjong
Come rainy days and I’m taken back in
time. I remember with tenderness those days of torrential monsoon outside our
windowpanes and how I’d be in my sister Lalima’s room, the pink linen, the
creamish pink curtains, her miniature figurines, her sheet music all over the
place, her piano and the musical talent that she is. How in spite of the harsh
rain outside, we’d enjoy ourselves in the comfort of our beautiful home. I’d
ask her to play Mozart, Beethoven, Schubert, Bach and Chopin over and over again.
And then, I’d ask her to strum her piano keys to some songs that were common
favourites between the two of us-Edelweiss, Memory, Greenselves and then sing
on top of our voices, as if the rain pouring outside those June afternoons
would dance to the accompaniment to our music?
Time and again, Mommie would interrupt
us with the goodies and cream of chicken soup. We’d enjoy our soup as we
listened to Papa’s words of wisdom on the dining table. On rainy days, Mommie
would disappear into the kitchen to make special stew and bread out of the authentic
barley brought from the villages. She never failed to mention how this bread
would remind her of her glorious childhood days. At that time, it made no sense
to me. Today as I’m enjoying Bach and cream of chicken while typing out my
childhood memories the rain outside is
forcing me tread along the memory lane and bring back those glorious days of my
childhood to my heart! Today, I marvel at my maturity and the sagacity at which
I am capable of cherishing those golden days, maybe Mommie was right after all!
And during the course of the rainy days, Papa would wear his navy, woollen hat.
He’d check out if Mommie and us, the girls were keeping warm enough and if
there was anything he could do to add lustre to our lives on those chilly days.
He’d hand us warm jumpers, woollen hats and would cover our backs with those
shawls, such a loving Dad he is! Papa would spend his rainy days tucked in his
warm bed reading books while my sister and I had the orchestra going on in the
background.
After Mommie finished her cooking, she
would instruct our cook on how to serve the bread and stew and also give the
finishing touches! Then my old-fashioned Mommie would gravitate to her study to
write her long-pending letters. Perhaps the rain outside touched her and made
her outpourings much easier! Her study is always filled with papers, she always
has so much to do, and she is always on the go. She would always be helping,
embarking on newer journeys; she is the flame that shines brightly in all the
lives she touched especially ours. On rainy days, even Lucy, the beloved
Daschund would be allowed in. Lucy must have loved those days of rain and
thunderstorms for she, too would be inside with us enjoying our expressions of
love for her. Lucy would enjoy the comfort of sleeping on our beds when the
days were cold and rainy outside. Our parents would not be entertained by this
idea but my sister and I couldn’t help dressing her up in our doll clothes and
tucking her in bed!
Sometimes if there were hailstones,
Lalima and I would be sporting our rain-coats and gumboots and would be out in
the garden, ecstatic at Nature’s play. We’d scream and laugh in delight as our
parents watched their daughters’ childish sense of wonder and delight with so
much love and sparkle in their eyes! Lucy, too would be jumping all around the
place in the hailstone frenzy. After the pourings of the Monsoon rain at the
slightest hint of the rainbow, we’d be again be out in the puddles in gumboots
to catch the tadpoles and enjoy the sweet smell of the earth after the rains.
When I go through the albums, I can still re-live that magnificent sense of
accomplishment we used to feel when we brought those baby frogs at home.
As a studious girl at school, I’d also
make use of the cool days to mug up the poems, “The Solitary Reaper,” “I
Remember, I Remember,” “The Echoing Green.” Today, on rainy days, I sit and
write prose but when I think back, I believe I learnt to appreciate the beauty
of poetry and started a love affair with the Monsoon on those rain swept days. Our
romance never ended! Rainy days still fill me with an extravagant sense of wonder
and childlike blissfulness and still helps me rejuvenate the hum drum blues of
everyday living.
Many years have passed and gone but in
my memory, the tunes, the flavours, the feelings, the colours and the perfumes
of the rainy days are still as fresh as the crystal rain droplets that are
falling outside my windowpane right now. The monsoon provided sabbatical days
to all those people working at home, even the gardener, and the chauffeur. My
tender heart overflows with nostalgia as I can still remember the sparkle in
their eyes when they, too had the luxury of staying indoors all day long,
relaxing! Secretly, they must have been thankful to the Gods for the rainy
days.
On rainy days, Mommie would write
those letters as Papa devoured his books and as Lalima and Lucy made music
together, I’d look outside, enraptured by Nature’s beauty and I’d sometimes
think Que Sera Sera. Today, as I’m listening to the old numbers, reminiscing
those rainy days in my childhood, I feel I can still go out in the rain right
now, dance and sing on top of my voice with those memories gently playing on my
mind, “I could have danced all night, I could have danced all night and still
have begged for more. I could have spread my wings and done a thousand things
I’ve never done before.”
Such is life, memories are made on
rainy days!