I could feel the water dripping off my nearly soaked shirt
onto my hands, fumbling, trying to find balance between the heat from the glass
of tea and the embracing cold that the wind carried as I sat beside a
half-sheltered tea-stall rattling, as heavy drops from the skies ricocheted
onto its plastic shed, it was a confounding Friday, confounding because it was
preceded by an unusually sunny Thursday and there I was sitting amidst a jungle
of concrete, a panoramic stretch wearing a shiny facade which bears the stench
of money and the silent cries of ever-dying dreams and hopes, with that came a
gust of wind, snatching away my temporary shelter and sitting on a block of
unleveled concrete I wondered about the futility of running about when one is
already drenched.
I stood up gradually to start walking towards the auto stand, I could feel the rain on my face, sharp little icy drops of water aided by breeze, trying to puncture your skin and seek refuge inside, one of those moments when the clock starts to tick at a slower pace and you start feeling everything, from the pain in your broken wrist to the heaviness in your breathing, a hundred meter walk seems like an eternity to cover. I got to the auto stand only to find it deserted, but the day didn’t boast of much serendipity hence there was a lack of disappointment.
The minute hand had completed ten full circles and every inch of my skin was now saturated, the rains had now crossed threshold of ‘pleasant’ and I had started to feel the dankness seeping inside me when oddly all of it came to a halt and my body’s acquaintance with the heavenly waters was obstructed by something which I felt was hovering over my head, that momentary feeling of eeriness when your heart would actually skip a beat or two calculating the possibilities of the unseen followed by the moment of ‘usually relieving’ truth but in this case it was extensively overwhelming.
There was a mild and apparent reluctance in her eyes, those captivating eyes: stealing glances or at least that is what I wanted to believe, I took a deep breath, absorbing her mild , sweet fragrance which helped in assuaging the erratic pounding inside. The waters making sweet music on her ivory white umbrella and drops dripping off it its edges as perfectly arranged andantes of a symphony. There was silence on my lips and chaos in my mind, words disagreed to leave my mouth, quailed at the thought of being agents of blasphemy, afraid of upsetting this rain-scented goddess. It should have just been gratitude but other emotions did violently whirl and I couldn’t decide their character on a scale of appropriateness but the heart does always find cogency to justify what it desires. Amidst all this turbulence I didn’t notice the vehicle that had recently halted in our vicinity and a wide smile grew on her face, like how the sun ennobles the sleeping sunflower; radiant, resplendent, enchanting. I stood there riveted as she closed her ivory white umbrella and embarked the vehicle of my envy, the doors slammed shut and the waters re-trysting with my skin, the engine gave a dweeby growl and the wheels started to turn, the window rolled down and out came an ivory white umbrella which I clutched like a famished hobo and watched as the vehicle of my envy whisked her off, leaving me behind with the ivory white umbrella and an indelible memory; radiant, resplendent, enchanting.
I stood up gradually to start walking towards the auto stand, I could feel the rain on my face, sharp little icy drops of water aided by breeze, trying to puncture your skin and seek refuge inside, one of those moments when the clock starts to tick at a slower pace and you start feeling everything, from the pain in your broken wrist to the heaviness in your breathing, a hundred meter walk seems like an eternity to cover. I got to the auto stand only to find it deserted, but the day didn’t boast of much serendipity hence there was a lack of disappointment.
The minute hand had completed ten full circles and every inch of my skin was now saturated, the rains had now crossed threshold of ‘pleasant’ and I had started to feel the dankness seeping inside me when oddly all of it came to a halt and my body’s acquaintance with the heavenly waters was obstructed by something which I felt was hovering over my head, that momentary feeling of eeriness when your heart would actually skip a beat or two calculating the possibilities of the unseen followed by the moment of ‘usually relieving’ truth but in this case it was extensively overwhelming.
There was a mild and apparent reluctance in her eyes, those captivating eyes: stealing glances or at least that is what I wanted to believe, I took a deep breath, absorbing her mild , sweet fragrance which helped in assuaging the erratic pounding inside. The waters making sweet music on her ivory white umbrella and drops dripping off it its edges as perfectly arranged andantes of a symphony. There was silence on my lips and chaos in my mind, words disagreed to leave my mouth, quailed at the thought of being agents of blasphemy, afraid of upsetting this rain-scented goddess. It should have just been gratitude but other emotions did violently whirl and I couldn’t decide their character on a scale of appropriateness but the heart does always find cogency to justify what it desires. Amidst all this turbulence I didn’t notice the vehicle that had recently halted in our vicinity and a wide smile grew on her face, like how the sun ennobles the sleeping sunflower; radiant, resplendent, enchanting. I stood there riveted as she closed her ivory white umbrella and embarked the vehicle of my envy, the doors slammed shut and the waters re-trysting with my skin, the engine gave a dweeby growl and the wheels started to turn, the window rolled down and out came an ivory white umbrella which I clutched like a famished hobo and watched as the vehicle of my envy whisked her off, leaving me behind with the ivory white umbrella and an indelible memory; radiant, resplendent, enchanting.
