Arrived in Goa, to the sounds of news channels whining about the railway traffic disruption in the region caused by the monsoon downpour.\nRains in Goa are so dense that even thoughts get trapped and can\u2019t find their way to our minds.\nMy first evening here. Miramar beach. A dark cloudy dusk. Ferocious waves. Roaring constantly. Over and over again. Waves higher than me that could swallow me and gulp me in without even noticing me. Water that\u2019s red with the iron ore rich soil gifted to the sea by the Mandovi river. Every wave seething and foaming with rough passionate energy. I walked for an hour \u2013 with my mind totally in sync with the mood of the ocean. Anticipating rain \u2013 which didn\u2019t come while I walked along the waves.\nI left. Stopped for a bite \u2013 some hot omlettes from a small shanty cart. And as the chef was making my extra-chilli eggs,\u00a0 the attack came. Unexpected.\nI could have shielded myself by standing behind his well equipped cart and avoided it all \u2013 like most people do. But I was secretly longing for a battle, a war, an outburst of wild innermost energy. So I stood and fought the rain. Open armed. Facing it without any shield. The wind joined hands with the rain and twice I was pushed back so strong that I needed to hold on to the cart to retain balance. My eyes fought and struggled desperately to stay open and watch as a detached observer. The sea \u2013 about 300 metres away \u2013 couldn\u2019t be seen anymore. Coconut trees just 10 metres away were blurry.\nThe uncontrollable frantic devouring of everything in its path continued for minutes that stretched into timelessness. Storming my naked face and my senses and my mind \u2013 nullifying them, rendering them dysfunctional \u2013 with the relentless waterfall avatar.\u00a0 Alone \u2013 but unified with the swollen dark sky. One with the rain, that was wetter than ever before. One with the monsoon, like the helpless gazelle under the capture of the powerful lioness.\u00a0 Struggling would be futile. The only option was to surrender\u00a0 \u2013 and to allow myself to be consumed by ravaging energy of the rain.\nNo thoughts.\nNo people around to restrain me.\nNo awaiting tasks to inhibit me from flowing with the passion of the rain.\nNo Gulliver\u2019s pegs at all to stop me.\nJust me, alone, giving myself to the\u00a0 attack of the rain gods.\nAnd then the burst subsided. I survived.\nFulfilled. Twinkling. Refreshed. Unified with the skies. Free.\nMonsoon. At Miramar beach. Goa.\nThe post Monsoon @ Miramar appeared first on The Art Blog by WOVENSOULS.COM.