” I wandered lonely as a cloud, That floats on high over vales and hills ” so wrote the Romantic poet William Wordsworth in the 18th Century , describing the splendour of these atmospheric beauties . Its a bright day in July, near Ranchi, Jharkhand in India, thousands of miles and more than two centuries away from Wordsworth’s England, but the splendour of the clouds remains the same.
The rains have briefly abated, and I find clouds of different shapes and sizes,floating in the blue sky, like wisps of cotton on a huge blue canvas. They do not wander lonely,but in groups, over the hills,far above the rolling meadows, over the chequered fields and hovering above the lake , adding a dash of magic to the already lovely countryside.
I am on the road to Hundru falls, and take a detour to reach Getalsud dam. And I see,far far above the glittering waters of the dam , clouds filling the sky. A picture perfect scenario.
I see the sun playing hide and seek with the clouds, sometimes hiding itself and sometimes shining through them. Women work in the green fields, with the huge canvas of the sky providing them company.
A philosopher wrote” Hopes are like clouds; some pass by, others bring rain.” Whether or not these clouds bring about rain,they fill my heart with joy. Thoroughly contented, I drive back to the city.