Before The Storm

When I was little, one of the many things I waited earnestly for, were storms. They usually hit our city at night, and I used to gobble my food as fast as I could, so as to not miss a second of it.
I remember I was around 7 when I realized I was fascinated with sharp claps of thunder and dark, grey ominous clouds thrusting the wind down upon us. The ferocious, swift gushes of wind. But that wasn’t​ the best part.

The best part was standing right in the middle of the soft howling and feeling the air pierce itself while blowing against my skin. Realising, that at this instant, I’m in the wind’s way of wherever it is heading.


Staring at the revolting clouds stretched far across the sky, shielding the stars and blanketing the night into a thick, impassable darkness. And the sky is breaking apart while a low, yet consistent boom of  clouds can be heard, like an old God is furious and is expressing his disapproval of the human kind. It evoked in me, a certain maudlin sense of satisfaction.

So when today the first storm of the season hit our city, I found myself following the same pattern. Gorging the dinner as fast as I can and then rushing outside, right in the centre of the stage.

I always make sure I walk against the wind; in whatever direction it is blowing, I’m always walking against it. It gives me the feeling  like I’m challenging the storm, in a puny way of course.

And no, never once in my life have I been afraid. It always felt like home. As a child I remember, I used to envisage that some day the storm will take me away with it. Somewhere far, in some new, Utopian realm.  And I would say goodbye to this godforsaken place.

So my usual walk at night today was wild, like I covet. I stood alone on a stretch of road, with not a single living soul in sight. No lamps, no torch, just the fitful electric streaks of thunder, making the gaps among the giant menacing clouds visible, if only for a split second.

I took a deep breath, closed my eyes and whispered within, ‘beautiful.’

25 thoughts on “Before The Storm

  1. I love storms too, and when I used to have a job that involved being outside most of the day, I relished in being able to be out in the worst sort of weather. I want to say how beautifully written this post is Aakansha. “a certain maudlin sense of satisfaction’, “an old God mad at us”, “fitful electric streaks”. Wow…that is wonderful writing!

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    • Thank you so much Robert.

      I’ve felt that every time I experience an event that truly jolts my senses, I write it in as detailed a way as possible. I just really, truly wish the reader to experience something ‘exactly’ the way I did; to feel it deeply, just like I did.

      Perhaps that is why I write such descriptive short essays, like you must’ve already noticed. They help me pour out all the energy that generates inside me, helps me prune my descriptive writing and also leads to some creativity on my blog. And every time I’m reading a book, I always underline all the metaphors or any descriptive line that is written profoundly. It somehow makes me very happy, I don’t know why.

      Just wanted to put it out there. You’re the best. 🙂

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      • Well you describe it all very well. every nuance and detail and it certainly shows. Even the way you describe this shows why your posts are so good. I always say that since I started writing I did so to unlock all the things I kept stuffed into my brain for years. Whereas you are pouring out the energy, and that is a wonderful thing. I’m not surprised at all to learn that you are an ‘underliner’ in books. I have gotten away from that habit myself and I’m not exactly sure why. Time to get back to it I think! If that makes you happy then keep doing it! And thank you, but you are the best!

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        • Even I’ve become an ‘underliner’ and a ‘notes scribbler on the margins’ recently. Lol. If that’s even a thing.

          The reason why I do this now is that every time I flip the pages of a particular book I read years back, I can directly get to read the parts I loved the most. So in a way, I get to re-live the happiness again quickly.

          See? 🙂

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          • Oh most definitely. I did the same, and periodically I will pick up a book to do some research for one of these posts. Take the last one I did about Lark Rise To Candleford. I love that book so much that it is my second copy of it, the first having been worn through many times with notes, and folding the top corners of pages, underlining, etc. I wanted to start fresh with a new copy, but even that is looking a little tired now!

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  2. I love that we share a love of storms, AND books. (Not to start a religious discussion or anything), but because it’s my favorite book, I have to mention that I also am an “underlining, margin-writing, color-coding, book-mark freak” to such an extent that I’m now on something like my fifth study-Bible. That’s also the only title out of my 1500+ books that I won’t take out in the rain. Those thin onion-skin type pages have no lasting power (but the words are forever). Like always, your post was awesome. Ever thought about getting a picture of one of those storms? Or would that interrupt the experience for you?

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    • I would definitely try and take a picture of the storm. If only they change their mind and decide to visit in the afternoon hours when there is a little light. If that happens, I’ll surely click a picture.

      You take care. 🙂

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  3. I’m not a storm-lover, Aak, but I am a lover of writing that whips up a storm – that’s a compliment by the way! 🙂
    When I finished reading this: ”I took a deep breath, closed my eyes and whispered within, ‘beautiful”’

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  4. Wow Aakansha! This piece left me spellbound. The narrative was so beautiful, it was as if we were stepping into the storm through you 🙂 At the end, unlike you, I want to shout it out, “Beautiful work!”.

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    • Making others understand how I feel is something I’ve been working hard towards.
      Thank you for acknowledging it Roopesh. 🙂


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