Evening breeze

Last few days the mercury was beating the Sensex and was recording new highs. The sun was scorchingly hot, forcing every one inside. The ACs were tirelessly pumping in chilled air to cool off the ever hot indians. Even the birds seldom ventured out and preferred the shade of the mango trees. The streets looked deserted, playgrounds turned dry with the dying grass and with no children playing the ball. With the schools closed for the summer break, everyone seemed to have gone away leaving behind some unlucky ones to bear the Indian summer heat.
I think the God felt it and send in the fresh evening breeze. It carried the chill of the snow clad mountains, the smell of the just drenched earth from a distant place. The trees greeted it with a whistling rustles and a mild jig, swaying effortlessly to the music of nature. It rattled the windows, waking up each and everyone to life and soon everyone was out in the open as it the they were tied inside the confines of their houses or offices. The fresh air carried a flavour of inspiration,romance and carried the messages from the dear ones better than what the ACs were pouring in. The children thronged the parks, running around in circles and feeling the breeze on their soft cheeks.
 Winds are connected with change, no borders can stop them nor even the mountains could hold them. It brought in life along with the romance in the evening. The breeze carried the the dampness of the tears, it brought in the sweet pain to the lone lover, it carried a hope for a cool night and a better tomorrow. We wait for it knowingly or unknowingly for it to bring that change in our life, we wait for it to sweep of our worries, our tiredness, the sorrows and hope to bring in joy, happiness and a better tomorrow.