everytime it rains i feel elated

and whenever i look at the sky, i am fascinated

not because of the beauty,

but because of the petrichor, the calm thudding,

the light piercing glare of the sun, the surprising brightness of clouds,

i remember how the rain would melt the bare fields,

the red from the soil bleeding out

and into our bodies when we laughingly fell into the puddle of water,

eyes closed in laughter and the air filled with loud nursery rhymes.

we created a spectacle and everyone snickered when we passed by,

the girl in unicorn-pyjamas and long black hair tied neatly into a plait,

the rest of us clad in sports wear we had thrown on hurriedly,

excited by the thunder's sudden invitation.

no one knows as well as we do

how troublesome it can be to wear flip-flops in the rain

for their flip-flopping movements

did heavily dirty the hems of our long colorful kurtis,

monsoon and four months would pass by

before we sat on the rocks looking up at the sky

and i imagined the hill we were on as a beast

who was locked away from the rest of the campus,

these rocks black blemishes on his back

as he paid his respects to the sun

or the sky

or perhaps, the river flowing across from us.

when we reached the end of our days together,

i whispered to one of them,

'at least we'll have the same sky,

so that when i miss you i can look up

and be comforted by the fact that you're under that same stars.'

but she incredulously asked, 'are you sure it's the same sky everywhere?'

i do long for those days

but instead of finding myself transported in time

i am in a pool of clear water, or

running through a hidden path

without pausing too look at the moss that has become so green

flushing with the happy memories and the angry ones,

i leap over it instead because experience reminds me that

under the green, there's but sewage water threatening

to sink my feet

so i keep running, looking for the end,

the cold of my hands and nose thawing

as i tilt my head to find a small ball of blue

hovering strangely in the air above

but i realize that it's just the moon tricking my eyes

smiling despite how sun rays clash against it,

and before i know it my eyes are closed

enclosed in a case of warmth

though the tears that spring up are stark cold against my eyelids,

because i can feel the strings that connected us

ever so slightly loosen, and the usual waves of protests have died out,

and i can but sigh as one odd tear falls away.


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