Water and Soil

Asma Kadri

We are raindrops, pouring as a string

And enliven the leaves

Nazam Hussein Syed’s lines refer to the petrichor - the fragrance of earth immediately after it rains. Up in the sky, the water droplets playing in the air feel the thirst of the earth. And it pours. The soil that longed for this union, emanates the fragrance of the pleasure it finally receives. The soil resurrects and produces the crops. What is this union? What does it do? This intimacy does not follow any pomp and show. Intimacy is the identity of self in nature. The moment it happens, a home establishes. Petrichor sprinkles everywhere. This kind of intimacy does not need a hiding place. It is the fallaciousness that needs camouflage to cover its karma. The coupling of water and soil is the truth and this truth makes its presence known in the form of the fragrance.

We are the rain drops. This declaration is an exertion of our identity. This exertion, however, has humility too. Being just a drop of rain is modest. A single drop is useless. It is the string of millions of drops that makes rain. Rain cleanses. It bathes out the surfaces of the leaves that accumulate dust over time. They gather dust and lose their identity to the outside world. Probably, they forget what they were. It becomes our job to wash away that layer of otherness. We fill out the empty sacks and dishes. We replenish; reassert that our focus is to fight for truth. We refurbish the spirits.

The rain drops are born with this aim - to wash away the impurities and to relinquish the thirst. The true purpose is to serve and in turn give away the fragrance of union. The betrothal happens both inside and outside thus closing the distance between the two. After meeting the beloved, when the tears flow down, this distance becomes nil. What are humans after all? Aren’t humans water too? When one is untainted, like rain, one works to stop others from befouling too. Similarly, we raindrops are here to re-transform others to be alive and purge the object like sternness.

(Photo credits: Randeep Maddoke)