Thursday, May 10, 2012

The Rain and You

The Rain has always been a special visitor for me. Days am sad it seems like the Rain comes to visit me saying “See, the Heaven’s are also sad”. As the skies turn grey and the wind makes the leaves dance, I close my eyes and there you are! Images flash past my eyes like a Kaleidoscope with the touch and smell of days gone by.

That crowded small station and both of us lost in our own ways. You came with the Rain that day, you came as my smile that day. I didn’t know who you were, yet in some way I had a very pleasant 4 hours journey. Sitting in a jam packed compartment under an umbrella and watching the rain make patterns on the window pane, I didn’t know that 6 years down the line, I’ll be missing you every time it rains. The heavens seem to conspire because where I am right now, it rains every day.

That last night on an unknown road, under an unknown tree, the heavens cried in grief as we bid goodbye. I shivered with every drop of rain trickling down me. I was standing on the threshold of change trying to hold onto whatever I had and whatever I could. But I was riding the waves of my life with a foolish big grin.

Few weeks later, it was raining again. I was scared as hell and you calmed me. Later, sitting in a bus and grinning at you across random strangers, who grinned back at me, I couldn’t be happier with my life. The whole city was swathed in rain and thunderstorms and we bid goodbye with promises. Promises that were made to be broken.

Six months later, huge waves washed me onto some unknown shores. Life was never so lost before. I did mistakes I never meant to do. I clung to whatever I could to surface back to the top, to stay afloat, to stop the rain. I did stop the rain cause this time when you came, you came with the Spring. You came back with colours and flowers. I didn’t recognise you that day. The rain was missing you see.

Almost a year later, during the rains, on a lonely seashore, I missed you again. I wanted to hold you close to me again. But I was stuck in the quagmire of my own mistakes. I shouted but you didn’t hear me. I tried to touch you but you didn’t feel it. So I left. Sitting alone in an empty house, miles away from you, as the rain made patterns on my window, I told you again and this time you heard me. The heavens cracked open and showered in joy.

After few months of what could be described as the best months of my life so far, I am miles away from you again. In an empty house, the skies are grey, the leaves are dancing, the rain is drawing images of the past and I am missing you!