The slanting raindrops were caressing my nose, cheeks and arms partly and the puddles were drenching my legs. Even if you are carrying an umbrella, you get drenched anyway. Then what use is it? I shut the umbrella and moved on. Now the raindrops were falling directly on me, but this time, it was my soul which was getting washed up. All the sad memories diffused out and my mind was consumed with the buoyant ones. I realised that rainfall is not just falling of raindrops, it’s the renaissance of the soul… Meanwhile, my interpretation about rainfall was interrupted by a soft voice, which was contrasting to the thunderstorm striking the heaven above. I didn’t exactly hear what he said. Maybe he was asking the way to some place and I had yet another philosophical answer to that- "Dark is the way and light is the place." But I kept my dying urge because that wasn’t the thing that bothered me then. What caught my attention was his voice, a voice hearing which I thought for the first time that I could write a goddamn love story. I had heard that voice before. That moment… I had faced it before. I was having a déjà vu! I know it’s not a great thing at all, everyone has it some or the other time. But it was a moment which was supposed to be special. Seriously. I looked straight and what I saw was unbelievable.
There was a boy, yeah, he was a boy! And even better, we recognised each other. This was the boy who I had met almost two years ago, I can’t recollect where and how (and believe me, if i did, i would’ve written a detailed description of that too). We both had liked each other at the first sight then and had become good friends, but our meeting was way too brief to say those three words. So we had parted...
But now that we were together and that too in such a burning weather, we began sharing our thoughts and feelings. I was about to open my umbrella, realising he might need it but he held my hand. So, there we advanced, unfastening all the anchors of self control, pouncing into the puddles, hands open wide to the raindrops, and singing in a loud tone in the empty streets of town. We became good friends. We talked and talked as if we were the best example of jobless people on the Earth, like vagrants. We then talked about some political and environmental issues, which never mattered us the least before but had suddenly become so grave to us. That was a point of time when we didn’t know what to say but still wanted to talk and never depart from that place. We could’ve remained like that forever. By the end, we were more than just good friends.
The rain ceased and it was then that we realised we had been up for an hour. In fact, the sky had turned pitch-black. So we had to move to where we actually belonged to, we could no more live in our fictional, fairytale-like world. How I wished the rains never stopped. And my wish did come true, but this time it was the shower in my eyes. We had to part again. We took our ways and moved on. And then, obviously, we turned and looked back towards each other. Now I couldn’t just control my emotions. I ran towards him and hugged him tight. I was almost all over him. He counter-hugged me even more strongly, the most fierce opponent I ever had. Now that the hold loosened, the battle was coming to an end. And like the two warriors, still struggling for a last chance to defeat the other, we didn’t let go each other’s hand. The battle ended after a while, the only difference being that none of the side won. Each was equally strong to be defeated by the other. Counterparts.
Just like one saves funds for a ‘rainy day’ (here, a time when money may be needed), we started planning for the rainy days yet to come in our lives…
Rainfall is sensual and magical- two souls interconnected by raindrops fall for each other. And that’s why it’s called ‘rainfall’!
There was a boy, yeah, he was a boy! And even better, we recognised each other. This was the boy who I had met almost two years ago, I can’t recollect where and how (and believe me, if i did, i would’ve written a detailed description of that too). We both had liked each other at the first sight then and had become good friends, but our meeting was way too brief to say those three words. So we had parted...
But now that we were together and that too in such a burning weather, we began sharing our thoughts and feelings. I was about to open my umbrella, realising he might need it but he held my hand. So, there we advanced, unfastening all the anchors of self control, pouncing into the puddles, hands open wide to the raindrops, and singing in a loud tone in the empty streets of town. We became good friends. We talked and talked as if we were the best example of jobless people on the Earth, like vagrants. We then talked about some political and environmental issues, which never mattered us the least before but had suddenly become so grave to us. That was a point of time when we didn’t know what to say but still wanted to talk and never depart from that place. We could’ve remained like that forever. By the end, we were more than just good friends.
The rain ceased and it was then that we realised we had been up for an hour. In fact, the sky had turned pitch-black. So we had to move to where we actually belonged to, we could no more live in our fictional, fairytale-like world. How I wished the rains never stopped. And my wish did come true, but this time it was the shower in my eyes. We had to part again. We took our ways and moved on. And then, obviously, we turned and looked back towards each other. Now I couldn’t just control my emotions. I ran towards him and hugged him tight. I was almost all over him. He counter-hugged me even more strongly, the most fierce opponent I ever had. Now that the hold loosened, the battle was coming to an end. And like the two warriors, still struggling for a last chance to defeat the other, we didn’t let go each other’s hand. The battle ended after a while, the only difference being that none of the side won. Each was equally strong to be defeated by the other. Counterparts.
I asked him where he had to go and if I could show him the way. He was new to this town, but that same old crush for me and the same pretending-to-forget person. Now I remember how we met. It was when he forgot a particular destination (which I came to know was in his own locality, while talking to him). I remember it was raining then. Of course, I unravelled the mystery behind my déjà vu. I could bet he knew the way now as well because he took the right street among the four, in the mid of which we stood, and walked casually. So he took the road on the east and I took the one on the west. Exactly the opposite. Sigh.
But, looking at the bright side, opposites do attract. And after all, the sun has to return to set in the west after it rises in the east. Exchanging phone numbers meant staying connected. And now that we promised to meet quite often at that very spot, no force on the Earth could separate us.
Just like one saves funds for a ‘rainy day’ (here, a time when money may be needed), we started planning for the rainy days yet to come in our lives…
Rainfall is sensual and magical- two souls interconnected by raindrops fall for each other. And that’s why it’s called ‘rainfall’!
