My Cosmic Renaissance

 

I went to Chitlapakkam Lake recently, and honestly, it was one of those days that just stays in your mind. The clouds were heavy, hinting at rain, like they were quietly rehearsing a show. And then it started raining. The water moved in perfect rhythm, almost like it had been trained in the Indian Army calm, precise, yet full of life.

I was sitting there, hot vaddas in hand, just staring at the lake. Time slowed. It felt like a gentle escape from reality. That’s when I thought of Cosmic Renaissance a term I just made up in my head. For me, it means those moments when the world pauses, and everything ordinary suddenly feels alive and full of meaning. Moments where nature, thoughts, and feelings align perfectly.

As I watched, I imagined Wordsworth sitting beside me, saying something like, “The simplest scenes can awaken the soul.” It felt a little like Romanticism the idea that nature can reflect and elevate your emotions. And maybe a touch of Ecocriticism, because the lake, the rain, the clouds they all reminded me how connected we are to the world around us.

Some parts of that experience felt like tiny personal miracles:

• Rain falling like a quiet symphony, each drop deliberate and soft.

• Clouds moving slowly, painting the sky in shades I can’t name.

• The comfort of hot vaddas, simple, grounding, perfect.

That day, Chitlapakkam Lake didn’t just give me peace it gave me a Cosmic Renaissance. A chance to pause, notice, and feel the poetry in a rainy afternoon.