Friday, August 11, 2006
MalzaHave you ever felt the rain? How it starts with a silent display of tiny droplets. Most of the time you are too busy to notice until it pours down on you. The drops feel like small pleasant jabs on your face. As you look up into the night sky questioning it.., it stares back at you, dark and innocent… grinning away slyly at the yet unaware world.
Soon the drops turn from feeble to frenzied.
They fall on your hand, replacing the sudden goose bumps with identical bead like droplets.
Suddenly the word realizes and starts panicking. Pedestrians run for shelter, hawkers bring out large coloured tarpaulins.
Friends try to stay under one umbrella while mothers try and cover their children’s head with their pallus.
The droplets keep falling, visible only in front of a car’s headlight.
The world rushes past you as the dew drops fall on your eye lashes. You blink and open them to a fresh smell of wet mud that wakes up your senses filling you with a natural smile.
Even though you know, you put your hand out, palm open, to test if it is raining. You let it be, allowing the water to form a small puddle in the middle of all the criss-crosses representing your life.
You can see the road getting an eerie shine to it as the street lights start to reflect the oncoming downpour.
You look up, the second time: this time your eyes are closed and unquestioning. You permit the rain to cleanse your face. As if, letting it wash away all the weariness of a tired and long day.
You reach home and mum shrieks after one glance.
“Oh my god, you are drenched!!! You will die of pneumonia , let me bring you a towel and I’ll make something hot for you…”
“Amma, it has not started raining yet, it’s just …”
“Sushhhhh. You act like your 10 years old!! What do I do with you?”
As I step in, it starts to pour. The rain smiles at me and I smile back.
with a last longing look, your back to the dry world.
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