After a scorching month of May, the rains have hit Chitrapur with a boom,
bang and dazzle. The ‘Holle’ (stream)
that flows past our home turns into a raging torrent which many a weak-heart
(or weak-knees) has flatly refused to cross.
We have to wade through this stream to get home |
As for us, we wade
through it at all times only taking care to get our supplies at a time when the
force of the water is not much. It is a
task to try and hold up your clothes (no not to save them from getting wet, but
to avoid tripping over them ) and wade through with all the bags, umberella and
torch –if it is dark. But it does
invigorate the soul when you reach home dripping and realise what a blessing it
is to have a home in such a place. And
does the water dripping from the tile roof ever bother me? No, frankly no. Probably if it was our Bombay apartment, I
would have been bothered. But here, we place a couple of tubs and buckets in
seemingly strategic locations and walk
around or over them. It is only later
that we notice that the seemingly strategic location happens to be exactly at
the point where the water falls on the edge of the bucket or tub. So in addition to the bucket we now have a
pool around it as well.
The late night sudden showers seem to upset the assorted
population of beetles in the farm. And
they rush in to buzz around the lights in the house much to the delight of
Posha and Kip our cats. Many of them
fall dizzily into the buckets or tubs most often on their backs and swim around
crazily till they right themselves and take off again. The fireflies are all
abuzz lighting up the sky and the trees around.
The electricity plays truant for hours at a stretch and we
always have to be our toes to get all essentials like cell phones, laptops,
emergency lights and UPS recharged in the brief intervals when the current
comes a-visiting. Not to mention getting
the water pump, washing machine, mixer etc all done before it departs
again. (Hey it is not so bad on all the
days).
Just the last 100 odd pieces left |
A friend of ours braved the weather to visit us last
week. We had a brief respite from the
rain and the sun shone down on the emerald landscape. Our 4 dogs and 2 cats lay sprawled in the
frontyard on the still damp ground basking in the sun. And all of a sudden the sky darkened and a
sudden outburst of rain had all the animals pouring in thru the door. “Hey it is raining cats and dogs” he quipped
as the animals shoved one another to get the warmest place to cuddle.
The work in the farm changes drastically. All the past two months we were struggling to
ensure that the trees are watered sufficiently.
The mountain stream which is our source of water had dried up to a
trickle. Now it is a gushing
waterfall. The main focus is to prevent
waterlogging in the farm. So that means
continuous cleaning of the water pathways, removing the fallen leaves and
silt. No more sundrying of the summer
surplus – banana, jackfruit, kokum. Now
it is a struggle to keep the mould from getting to the nutmegs and mace that
are harvested in this season. But we have learnt new methods of doing this so
it is not a problem. And Vivek has designed a superb in-house dryer - a cardboard box with a 40Watts bulb in
it. The heat generated inside suffices
to dry the items placed in it. (After
all the research into commercial agricultural dryers – each one bulkier and
more expensive than the other, we finally have a ‘light-bulb’ solution)
And so the weather continues to display its amazing shades. The
sight of the swaying palms bending under the onslaught of the rain, the rich
green carpet of rice saplings as far as the eye can see, all in the backdrop of
the mist covered hills – Chitrapur is paradise on earth in the rains!
An interesting account of challenges that come with each season.
ReplyDeleteSeems daunting for city folks like me, but you seem to take it in your stride very well!
Nandan (Bellare)