This evening, it was raining here in Chennai, which reminded me of the monsoon season back in my hometown, Vadakara. Here’s a piece of something that I wrote last year, of one such rainy morning, which I felt too silly to share back then. But now, I miss that rain and how it made me feel. And most importantly, I am at a loss for words to express how nostalgic I feel right now, so I had to rely on something that I wrote back when I had the time and heart to play with words. “It has been raining since I woke up today. It was the kind of rain that did not disturb anything in its way. The clouds were thick, leaving only a shimmer of a gap to let the sunlight feel the wetness in the ground. Raindrops fell on the leaves, making them wobble their heads as if dancing to the rhythm of the rain. Small diamond-shaped water droplets clung to the edge of the leaves, only to fall for the next droplet to take their place on the edge. The air on my way to the t...
The Body of the Christ in the tomb. This painting by Hans Holbein the Younger will prompt any devout believer to question their faith and any non-believer to believe in absolute miracles. The absolute miracle may not be believing in fairies, but it lies in the deeper understanding of the extent to which human nature can go to have faith in miracles. The Dead body of Christ in the tomb would have been a lot worse to have witnessed in person than what Hans Holbein had depicted. The gaunt figure with its ribs exposed and the wounds green and molten must have been a sight that was tormenting. Yet, the people who witnessed it believed that the Body of Christ had indeed been resurrected. After seeing this painting, a non-believer who tries to see beyond rationalism and the material world will wonder or question the condition of human nature to believe in something so profound and yet unexplainable without sounding illogical, and that too for generations. This u...