Season

I had to take my brother's Pulsar as my bike was getting cured from its wounds that happened with my recent accident. It was early in the morning , and I started my 6 Km journey to reach my class. I don't prefer riding very fast more often especially when it happens to be a pleasant day. I like this little joy slow ride feeling the pleasantness around.

It was the time of dawn when I came out of the building sloping down into the road while Pulsar's sound which appears to be of a tractor's broke the silence. With the cool morning's unpolluted breeze, I started my little journey wearing a content smile on my face.

The thrust, this bike generates when geared up, is so good that you'd want it to run like a horse. But I didn't allow myself to this adrenaline charge of racing, rather I started enjoying one of the beauties of Mother Nature. It is the twilight combined with a cool breeze which almost made me stop right away right then to appreciate with awe. That scene was too much for my eyes, I closed them for a tiny second and aspirated smugly.

"It seems you love me, don't you?", a voice echoed. My instinct told me its an imposing female tone trying to appear as caring as possible.

Without stopping, I glanced side ways, back and found nobody. I presumed it to be my illusion and moved on.

"Don't you love me , you human ? I am asking you!" again the voice was heard. This time I was sure of its presence. All of a sudden I looked up intuitively. There in the sky, to my surprise, I saw partly light grey clouds moved taking the shape of eyebrows. Defocusing a bit I laid my eyes on a mild sketch of a face. I wondered with disbelief. For a moment I forgot that I was driving. To maintain the bike's balance, I averted my eyes from that image in the sky. I checked it was a plain and wide empty road and I was in the middle of it , so no need to worry for shifting my attention. I looked up and the lower part of that pattern moved making the same resounding tone, repeating the same question: 'You love me ?'

This time I was sure its our Mother Nature.

A mix of sensations ran through , its the delight which was at its zenith.
'Yes, ' I replied with an involuntary smile on my face. To my amazement, I couldn't see the pattern but the voice continued. And for some time we talked about trivial things like "Nature has its own ways , what does it mean ?" , and I began describing how I thought about men foolishly mistaking for one cause of nature to another and She laughs when I told her "Why don't men admit that its beyond their reasoning ? Always forming stories... "

"I like your way of talk , you seem funny too" , she said. A very small streaks of light was descending and trying to turn the light blue ambience into white. With this breeze in place , a drizzle starts to appear. It was like those drops were kissing me and I was feeling the taste those droplets. That was the highest point of joy , I ever experienced so far. Sure I know there is line divides pleasure and joy. I was pretty sure because everything felt very light along with my heart. Some may call it as unconditional joy.

By the time I reached half way I was telling Mother about a funny thing which happened in my class before that day. It goes like this : 'In my class there is a girl who looks so cute that I can't concentrate on what professor is saying. Sometimes out of pure luck she doesn't sit in the front rows ahead of mine, helping me concentrate. But almost she takes front rows. One day I went to her after the class straight and said "Do you mind coming to class from tomorrow by applying some black grease to your face? "

She gave a girly smile and said "Excuse me ! I don't understand your mumblings." I was shocked to listen my voice again when I repeated , " Duyu mi coing class appl ingre fax ?, Every one around there laughed out loud including me , coz if I didn't they will think I really stammered in front of this cute chick.'

Though its a bad joke Mother Nature liked it and its consequence the drizzled turned into windy rain. Cold shivers started in me. Within in few minutes I was drenched in full. I thought of asking Her to lessen the wind flow at least, but I didn't. I endured it and I took pleasure from it too. Some systems are dynamic and non linear in nature , like person's mood for e.g. I almost reached the place , and as I said about the dynamic property it started to rain heavily. With thunderstorms, the rain drops hit on my face like sharp objects completely blocking my view ahead. I struggled checking for a shelter near by, but I found none. I started shouting so that Nature could hear my yell. No response was heard. As I was near, I thought of not bothering Her and thought of reaching my destination swiftly. To my wonder, rainfall increased which I thought its the rain's prime. It was true that one can go against the hot sun and very much cold winter but one cannot in heavy rain. Especially driving bike is highly uncomfortable in heavy rains. With this heavy rain, my anger rose partly because I was getting late for my class. I endured that too, gulping the anger and slowly I tried to calm myself. At once a lighting hit the road just in front of me destructing the road generating a pit 3 feet deep. Losing control, I fell into that. I left my bike lying there with its wheels still turning , I stood up and said : "What the fuck is this ?"

"What?" , the reply was unexpected partly because I felt a tinge of surprise which I didn't understand, but I couldn't stop myself back then.
"What the fuck you think you are doing ? Huh ? You on fucking high ?"
"You said you love me....." , Mother Nature replied