Magic, Rain and You

She looked out of the window and saw the raindrops bathing her pane. The vision of the world had gone blurred for her. All she could hear was the splash of water. She had always loved rains. The smell of wet sand, the pools of water, children rowing their boats and some dancing to the tunes of nature, everything. There was something magical about it. She never understood why some found it gloomy and grey.

She wanted to open the windowsill and wet her fingers in ecstasy. Yet, something held her back. She tried to let go, but still a string, a memory wrapped its fingers around her and pulled her into its cocoon.

Memories, yes rains always made them fresh. As if the sand of time, just for a while, slipped into the past…

“He loved rains, maybe that’s why she loved it too. The craze of those coalesce drops, she never really understood but in spite of it, she fell in love with its craziness, with his craziness.

Hot tea!! Every rain, he brewed it for her. One spoon sugar, little milk. Just the way she liked. He rarely forgot her habits. Each cup was accompanied by hours of conversation. There was also that silence. Not the awkward type, but the one where you hum with your eyes and dance with your heart.  Yes, those moments were precious.

She often complaint, why his love splashed all over only when it rained and he would pull her into his arms and whisper, “Because like rain, you are beautiful”. Rain was like a talisman for there love that had sheltered all there precious moments.

He would give up all the restraints and dance with her under the heaven of pouring clouds as if enjoying the shower of love. Like kids, they splashed in the pools of water unaware of the bonds of society. There was only one bond – Love and rain. “

She missed it all. Today, it was raining and she held a cup of tea. It was hot, it was perfect and yet a tinge was missing. There was no one to complain to anymore. Rain was still beautiful but there was no one to call her that.

The bond between them was no longer of love. It was those umpteen threads of memories that tied her heart to him.

She looked at the falling rain and once more bundled the strength to give up those restraints and drench her soul. Today, it was no longer a shower of love. The clouds cried with her. Their admirer was gone. Her love was gone.

Par in baadlon se kya kahun,

Jo barson se uski aashiqi rahe hain

Ye sochkar ki mujhe unki kami na ho

Kabhi baraste hain zameen par

To kabhi baras jate hain mere dil mein...

What should I say to these clouds?

Who have forever been his love

Thinking I might miss him

They sometimes drench the land

and sometimes drench my soul....

Posted@ OSI, Sunday Scribblings

PS: This was inspired by a wonderful post that evoked so many emotions in me, written by an equally wonderful writer Sourav - She Wanted him and Winter back