When It Rained..

It’s rained all over Bangalore but not where I lived.

This summer the mango showers weren’t strong enough. However, this particular evening the day I chose for a work from home option was indeed a crazy-rainy one!

It rained strong for about 45 minutes. Initially, we enjoyed the tiny droplets sprinkling on our faces as we watched the rain through the front door.

Soon the breeze became a strong wind.. Leaves of trees, twings everything started getting tossed in the wind. Soon we closed the door and took shelter inside.

The rain forced itself through every window and every access point. Then it was over. The rain stopped.

We stepped outside to find a raw coconut palm branch down, a honeybee comb crashed on the pavement and the crying of some creature.

A baby squirrel had landed close to the entrance of the house. We picked it up and put it into a box.

As we walked down to the garden we found yet another baby squirrel crying in a high pitched tune. This fellow was hidden within the grass.

Time flew past – an hour of looking at the tiny squirrel’s.

Their eyes barely opened, already pushed into everything that could possibly go wrong in a lifetime.

Their mother did not come to fetch them. We could hear another similar cry of squirrel and thought it was the mother squirrel searching. After quite a look out for 30-40 minute’s, we found yet another baby squirrel. Now this fellow was a little better as he wasn’t all wet. We put the babies together.

An uncle of mine picked them up. He has been taking care of Hamsters, love birds and kittens. So the squirrel’s would find shelter too – Bless that heart.

The squirrels were struck by a crazy turn of events in their life. Many a time we don’t choose certain things but have to go through it to come out stronger or wiser than before.

Coming to the honeybees, they were making a mountain of where the hive fell and slowly dispersed. They took a long time to accept and come to terms. The honeybees lost their young ones, all the hard work done to collect the honey – it was all gone. They stayed there – may be wept for a long time and eventually moved on in life.

When it’s over, pick up your pieces and find your peace!

Life is Beautiful.