The monsoon set in as a yearly phenomenon when the Tibetan plateau was lifted up by India crashing into the Asian continental plate. This was about 50 million years ago, when the earth was a hothouse, and the first ice sheets of the Antarctic were still 15 million years in the future. So, when it comes to descriptions of the monsoon, almost anything that can be said about it has been said already. Every so often I’m surprised by the aptness with which millennium old Sanskrit poems describe the monsoon. The one experience that is new, that perhaps the generations living now are seeing for the first time, is of flying through the weather.
Coming back from work recently, I spent an hour in the middle of rainclouds driven by monsoon winds. There is a constant turbulence, little sinking feelings in your stomach that you learn to ignore. Outside the window is a wonderful show of clouds and light. The poets of these sights are probably beginning their careers now.
That feeling of flying high among the clouds!
I can’t explain it correctly đŸ™‚
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I’m glad I wasn’t on that flight! đŸ˜®
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This was more of a wonderful show outside than scary.
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Beautiful photos!
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You are welcome.
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Lovely pictures. Surprisingly I never felt anything during turbulence.
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Surely you feel the sideways and up and down motion; otherwise it is not turbulence. đŸ™‚
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May be. :).
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