Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “black, gray, and white.” Use one, use ’em all. Bonus points if you use all three. Have fun!
Our monsoon season starts in June and ends in October. This is what happens almost every year. In 2019 the rains started only in July. We were all so worried. There was water shortage too. We looked at the sky with only white clouds and yearned to see grey clouds bearing rain. But we had to wait for a month.
Last year Covid 19 happened and life seemed dark indeed. Not only did people lose their good health but also their lives and much more. There were lockdowns, people lost their jobs and had to live on their savings. People from different parts of the country come to our cities in search of work. With no work, they went back to their villages. Those scenes of workers trekking home will always remain in our minds. I wonder how they are living now. We read that many came back to the cities as there was no work in the villages.
2021 was a continuation of the previous year. Coronavirus changed the lives of the people and the weather this year too has brought about many changes. We have been getting rain every month from March. The monsoon season started in June and has still not ended. There have been depressions in the Bay of Bengal and also in the Arabian sea. It has been raining heavily in different parts of south India. Ours is an agricultural country and rains are essential. But when it rains during the time of harvesting of crops there is destruction. It is happening this year.
It is interesting that we are glad to see grey and black clouds during the monsoon season. They look so beautiful. I have taken so many photographs of the sky. But now when we see them we worry. Blue sky and white clouds seem so beautiful now.
I am reading the Tibetan Book of Living and Dying by Sogyal Rinpoche. He says, “the word ‘Buddha’ has a very deep meaning. It means any person who has completely awakened from ignorance and opened to his or to her vast potential of wisdom. Whatever our lives are like, our buddha nature is always there.” He compares our true nature to the sky, fully open, free and limitless. He further says the confusion of ordinary minds is like the clouds. The clouds are not the sky; they can never stain or mark it in any way. I remembered this because I am writing about clouds 😊. They made me think that human nature is never completely black or white. There are different shades of grey.