Optimistic: The Daily Post prompts us to think about optimism or being optimistic
This brought me to the final year of my fieldwork in Manipur. Not too far from the rainiest place in the world, the rains pre-dominate the summer season: pre-monsoon, monsoon, post-monsoon. Agriculture here is heavily dependent on monsoon showers. Timely rain means a good year ahead.
The rains were late that year. The sowing season was towards the end but still there were no rains. There were worries that if it did not rain soon, the sowing season will be out and it would be a bad year ahead. Some had resorted to trying out dry cultivation on a small scale as against wet cultivation that is usually the practice. There were talks of rites to beckon the rains: the Hindu Brahmins performed rituals with a mother cow and her calf, there were talks of appeasement of the Meitei goddess of lightning, and there were talks of folk rituals of bringing in rains being performed.
The sun was shining bright. The skies remained a clear blue.
However, a glimpse of dark clouds in the sky brought hope. A hope that perhaps…. it would rain, perhaps the parched earth will soon be replenished, perhaps the year is still not going to be such a bad year, perhaps the delay is just that – a delay. The dark rain-laden clouds of a belated monsoon shower is a much awaited sight that brings an optimistic smile.