Rain always evokes beautiful feelings in me. Maybe that’s why on rainy nights I get my inspiration to write. The sound of raindrops takes my wanderlust heart to places I have not visited in a long long time, which are buried under the layers of newer memories. Rain helps in unearthing them, by bringing back the fragrance of familiarity and feeling of home.
However, growing up I used to find it difficult to fall asleep on rainy nights. The non-stop sound of raindrops on tin roofs and window panes, was something I detested as noise. One afternoon it was raining profusely, and I had a high fever. My mother wanted me to take a nap, and I was unable to do so. That’s when she taught me to find the melody in rain drops. She taught me to see the rhythm in that sound. Ever since that day, rains have felt like a lullaby. I love sleeping to the sound of it.
I am at Grandma’s place today after almost two years. Everyone sleeps at 10pm here. As I was getting into bed, it started raining. And instantly in my mind I said, “Heiya, dighol thengia ahile”.
Deuta used to tell us bed time stories. Every night before going to bed we would decide the story and he would read out to us. He was a good narrator too; he would change his voice, give dramatic pauses, and convincing facial expressions. I remember, how for many months we would request him to read out ‘Alice in Wonderland’.
Slowly there came other stories too. Stories of fairy tales, fables, mythology, ‘Buri aai’r xadhu’ etc, and he would later use references from those stories in the day-to-day conversations with us. One such was of ‘Dighol Thengia’.
I have lived in many places after I left home after school. I have travelled to many cities and towns. I have experienced rains in almost all of those places. But, rains of no other place ever gave me this feeling. Rains were just rains. But, here in Assam, it is ‘Dighol thengia’ and will always be.