Surya - My love

It's a lovely day in Seattle. I have been able to locate dear Surya (Sun God in Hindu mythology commonly known as Sun) after ages. I can see people gleaming in happiness; in utter joy. What a day? Indeed. To give you a perspective, I moved to Seattle six months back. It isn’t a very long time but feels like ages to me when it comes to weather and days and nights around me. I have suddenly grown too mature to handle things. When I moved here in June, the sun gleamed and beamed so much that a normal day constituted the heavenly sunrise at 6.30 am and sunset at not so heavenly 8.45 pm and darkness, not at all heavenly, until 9.30 pm. This lasted for four months and with each passing day my love for Surya dissociated. Because I had not seen sunlight till 8.30 pm ever, I started questioning my loyalty towards Him. However, what I could see during those days were happy faces and happier joggers and happiest runners. I presumed they were pitiable and envied them for their unconditional love for the sun. I had always thought myself to be the best pupil and most loved. But looking at those faces made me question my own allegiance to Surya. This really broke me as I was unable to comprehend my indescribable situation.

Time passed and my ridicule for those people just died down and I conformed to the idea that I was no good and certainly not any better than most when it came to my love for Him. 

Those days I remember praying to Him to show me some mercy and cut some slack. But nothing changed and I became even more rebellious. I tried every trick to fool Him such as using thick curtains, shutting the windows, never looking at the bright Surya, and shunning myself completely. This had been completely at odds with my nature and forever love for surya. But I continued to be a stubborn child. With every single month passing, I began consoling my mind and soul trying hard to keep up with my life. But today, as I write to you, things have changed. Really changed! I am confident. Ok. I am sure. Fine. I think so!

My love for surya has come back. He is who I cannot live without. Unfortunately, he has stopped showing me mercy or love, or empathy. The reason is simple. Winter is coming. Ah, not for John Snow but us. And I have been able to gather that Seattle has this dreary, okay not dreary but dark, weather for straight six months in a year! Heavenly! Well, not really. You feel sad in the early days of October, sadder with the coming of December, and saddest in Feb-March. God save the Queen. Oh sorry, God save the people! After knowing about the wonderful pattern, I am full of joy and excitement, nothing short of the runner or the jogger or the happy-faced man, waiting for old times to come. I empathize with them. They need all the love in this world.

What is that!! Is it even true? Why was I not informed? I had these questions in my mind. I even started screaming loud inside. But who could see or save or survive this demon? As if informing could have changed anything in particular, says my neighbor. I was supposed to be here. I am here. How could I possibly help my predicament? I am bewildered. I stand with the people of Seattle. I can very well comprehend the joy of my fellow city-men during summer. I have learned my lesson. No more ridicule! No more stubbornness. Oh, dear Surya, I am waiting for you with open arms. Come soon and I will welcome you with open arms. Huh! As if He will change his plans with my rant. Who knows. I wonder!! 

Fast forward. Come June, the Surya. Surya is back gradually expunging the border between days and nights. Again. Oh, I missed you Surya. I am a happy me! Fast forward to August. Thick curtains, shut windows, grumpy face, and shunned me! I sense.

Thank You:)