Creativity

its raining heavily, feeling slightly cold , overcast all around, water dripping from the leaves of the little plants in her terrace - a couple of minutes Niharika was absolutely lost in her imagination .. no, its quite sunny outside, few leaves of the palm bonsai have turned brown.. she smiles to herself rediscovering her apparently dormant power of imagination - still alive.. a long time has passed since she has spent some time with herself exploring the creative self of hers - having a strong power of imagination .. since childhood parents used to say she is very creative - making small clay shapes and play with them, painting the faces of Tagore sitting beside her father on Tagore's birthday as a small child of 4 / 5, singing tough tunes of Manna Dey when she was probably three!! Now, these are known to people around .. going back the memory lanes, Niharika wonders - she was more creative .. being raised in small town, they used to face midnight power cuts often.. elders used to fret n sweat and the little Niharika, used to close her eyes - start imagining rain drops formulating beautiful melodies as they hit the tin roofs - tip top tip top n then raining cats and dogs , something like the continuous "aalaps" in Indian Classical music .. and in no time she was deep asleep in her own kingdom of imagination - this is creativity .. growing up, ambitions take over and the usual course of success path absorbs the creativity it seems .. school, college , professional degree, workplace , marriage , children n so on .. Niharika has not spent time with herself since she got married, the regular chores spare her no time .. she often wonders whether her strong power of creativity was still dwelling or has left her due to sheer negligence !! This morning, she had no choice but to lie down - a slight fever has compelled her to take some time out .. she has decided to declare a holiday for all her "important" thoughts and to - do's and revisit herself .. a day with herself and Niharika is extremely delighted to have found herself lost in her world of imagination - yes , she still owns the capability to create the surroundings around her as she wishes , the outside world cant overpower her creative wishful self ..she smiles, pulls a chair to the terrace and sings to herself - "kaharba noi dadra bajaao ulto palta maarchh chhati, shoshikanto tumi dekhchhi ashortake korbe maati" .. one of her favorites from Manna Dey ..