The writer Ruskin Bond, in this diary entry tells about the silent miracles of nature and life’s little joys and regrets.
June 24 was the first day of monsoon mist. The mist was saddening. It concealed the hills and spread silence. The birds stopped singing suddenly.
June 25 brought early monsoon rain. It became warm and humid. The mist afforded some privacy also. A boy asked him to describe the hill-station and the valley in one sentence. Ruskin only said that it could have been a paradise.
On June 27, the rains marked the arrival of animals like a leopard and thousands of leeches. The leopard lifted a dog from the servants quarters below the school. Since the rains were there, the insect-eating birds had no dearth of food.
All night on August 2, the rain drummed on the tin roof. But there was no shower, no thunder.
On August 3, the rain stopped and the clouds began to break up. The song of the whistling thrush emerged.
On August 12, there was endless rain and permanent mist. The writer had nowhere to go. He only looked out of the window.
On August 31, snakes and rodents rushed out of their flooded holes. They took shelter in roofs and godowns. The grandmother told the children not to kill the ‘chuchundars’ because they’ were lucky and brought money.
By October 3, the monsoon rain made way for the winter rain and snow at higher altitudes. A hailstorm in the evening hit the place. The writer was quite alone in the house. He heard only the rhythm of rain. It enveloped the house.
By March-end, the winter also ended. Mussorie had black clouds over it. It hailed for half an hour. When it cleared the sky, a rainbow was formed across it.