When I was a little girl in Coorg, the rain created fantastic pictures in my mind.
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As lightning flickered in the sky, I imagined a new kind of ceiling lamp that could recreate natural light – from stark lightning to pale moonlight – at the touch of a button.
As the rain ran down my window and got refracted against the bedroom wall in large maps of light, I thought of interactive wallpaper that could change with the weather.
The steady drone of rain on my roof made me wonder how the downpour might look as it pounded a sky light while I looked on from the vantage point of my bed.
These fantastic speculations - or 'rain thoughts' as I like to think of them - were early signs of a preoccupation that another world may exist under the tyranny of real things.
But then I got older and my original reactions to the rain came under the assault of common sense. Rain did not mean flights of fancy and laughter in the dark.
Rain meant the clothes on the wash line were going to get wet.
Heavy rain meant the wind was going to clog the storm drains and lightning might strike down trees and sever electricity lines.
And fierce rain meant loss of property, agricultural produce and maybe even life.
Resorts in CoorgI didn't know this at the time but my reversed attitude towards rain was the start of the Big Bang of Reason in my life, the process of growing out of the private rabbit hole of rain thoughts and into tried and tested 'above-ground' real thoughts.
What were these real thoughts? They may not have been too different from yours.
Weed out childishness. Get a solid education. Get a real job. Find a stable partner. Settle down. Bring a family into the world. Be moderate. Be grateful.
I complied.
My innate desire to succeed combined with years of rigid convent education strengthened the growing shell of real thoughts that was forming around my mind. I got a solid education. I got a serious job. I got married. I brought a baby boy into the world.
I was a real person, by all available criteria. Was I happy? Yes I was.
I still looked at the rain sometimes and thought of a bathroom where, if it poured, you could watch the water break against a glass sky-light as you floated in the bathtub below.
But speculations like these entered and left my brain like customers at a bar where I was the smiling bartender telling them they'd had too much to drink already and didn't they have families waiting at home?
Resorts in CoorgIt was only as I was nearing thirty that I began to entertain new possibilities: real thoughts gave one the infrastructure to walk on, but what about the superstructure to imagine the future? Something in me tenaciously held on to the belief that another world can exist. A world made to my specifications. How could I create this?
Months later, restless with vague business plans about a resort and studying various resorts in Coorg, I found myself one evening standing on a spot where the land ended and the scintillating marathon of the Kaveri began. A light rain was falling.
And the penny dropped. Suddenly I knew exactly what I wanted to create and who I could become. After a decade of relying on common sense, a flood of rain thoughts washed over me:
Can I create a peaceful, habitable wilderness for people with a taste for quiet adventure?
Can a river run through it?
Can this barren, untouched land that's overrunning with wild vegetation transform into nooks of dark, green light, into another world that hides under the tyranny of real things?
Does practical magic exist?
Two years later, Amanvana, a resort in Coorg, was born. Will it endure? I don't know. But has it changed me? Yes. Is it special amongst resorts in Coorg? Yes.
As I type this, rainwater draws little amoebae on my window. The monsoon in Coorg this year appears to be making up for lost time. And it continues to create fantastic pictures in my head.
The Rain & CoorgRight now I am thinking if I can convert the Recreation Room at the resort into a Roomful of Rain where guests can put up post-it notes about what pictures the rain creates in their minds.
This story is not about escape from real thoughts. It's about the knowledge that life is not built on real thoughts alone. Everyone is born with a rabbit hole of rain thoughts they can disappear into. Then we grow up and fill the hole with common sense. Years later we hit a wall. We think we're being difficult. But it's really just time to go back to where we belong.
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