An otherworldly experience

Rain and lightning ceased just enough for me to get connected to the world wide web once again. Electricity came on just a while earlier as well and I got to experience how peaceful the world is without the modern technology hindering all its natural beauty.

It was all so beautiful and so very serene, bathed in the soft, soothing, mellow candle light and the storm brewing outside. The candles burned and flickered sending shadows dancing across the walls. The smell of melting wax mingled with the wet, earthy smell of the rain outside was just so sublime. Everything has a smell, the flame of a candle, the wax, the wet leaves, the woody scent of the wet bark of trees, the clay-ish fragrance of the soaked earth, the sulfuric smell of lightening, the wooden frame of the French windows that gives off a resin-like fragrance on wet days and even the rain itself that falls through charged air, mingled with dust particles from the sky. The rain raged on outside while the wind sighed and whispered, sometimes fluttering the pages of the book that I was reading, singing butterfly songs of fluttering wings. An occasional lightning bolt branched across a weeping somber sky, peeked a silvery peek in to a softly lit room and bolted away in an instant, taking its silvery floods of light with it. A cool gust of wind occasionally intruded the candle lit room through the open balcony doors, ruffled the hair, caressed the cheeks and sent the wind chimes chiming, reminding me of a tinkling giggle of  a young and carefree lass. It was all so peaceful, so very tranquil and lovelier than words in all its placidity. It was easier to believe in fairies and angels back then in this unearthly sort of ambiance. It was easy to believe in unicorns, elves, leprechauns and the existence of a bewitching, enchanted, magical world beyond the practical, logical and all too serious world of ours.

Candle light and rain being the culprits, I have always loved candles as long as I can remember. Truth be told, I love it when electricity goes out at night (so as to indulge in my obsession with candles without seeming too odd), particularly when there is a storm raging on outside. Maybe its the hopeless romantic in me or the dark being lurking somewhere within who invokes in me this unquenchable fascination for candle light. Whichever it is, it truly is a magical sort of experience, a real liberating, otherworldly sort of feeling that just makes you feel glad to be able to feel the way that you do. You don't really need alcohol or drugs for intoxication. It is possible to get drunk on life itself, to really absorb moments like this if you pay attention close enough. It's moments like this that makes you feel that life indeed is, fully worth living :)