It was a dull Tuesday morning, the sky was a little darker then usual. A cool breezes wafts across the zagged plain of Safdurjung, touching one here, one there, with its cold fingers. Sometimes it stirs up some dried leaves and delivers them to unknown recipients. Meenakshi watches as thunders rolls on the sky, and brilliant lights threatens to tear the sky apart.
But she was most concerned with the rain. When would her rain come? At that moment a sweet sound of a song bird fill the june morning. Looking around, Meenakshi saw a boat-shaped black bird with white patches and a long black tail, with a crest on its head perched on the porch. Its feathers ruffled in the wind. Then the bird flew away.
In the evening, the sky had turned black, with streaks of blue lightening accompanied by heart stopping thunder. And it rained. Meenakshi ran out of her house to greet the rain with outstretched arms. She tilts her face upwards and the rain feels almost like a long forgotten kiss. Busy as she was embracing the rain, she didn’t notice Rahul coming but when she comes to her senses she finds herself in the arms of her long separated beloved. She looks deeply in his eyes. “It is raining”.
“I know.,” he replied, “That’s why I came.”
11 comments:
Love u, dude!
@chauhan
Hehe
Thanks
nice
How can this be happening! You... this... oohh... Strange. I have no words now...
@nitwit
Thanks. A word of appreciating is worth more than thousands.
@nikhil
What can what be happening? What is strange? You are so good with suspense, are you not?
ah...it's not a squall, it's a bliss breeze, no matter how noisy.
Writing on love so much....what's up with you dear johney?
and waise, in this post u certainly cant replace meenakshi with taru :)
there is smthng in a name, if only symbolically, irr of wat surdas said
@phoenix
Alright, if you do not want a squall, let's call it a drizzle with a bliss breeze. But I have always hold that love is something like a tumult in the cloud. Very noisy and violent.
I don't know. The summer is like the season for love and such things. Haven't written anything like it so I wanted to try my hands on. Nothing from personal life.
I don't know about the name. I also sense some kind of melancholy in that name, as if fate have put here for a life of love lost and unloved.
Hmm...I can understand - the hubby forgot his umbrella ;) Just didn't get the phrase "embarrassing the rain". Beautiful writing, though!
@akshay
I see that you have not read the previous post. He is not her husband. Only a past lover.
'embarrassing the rain' was a typo. It was meant to be 'embracing the rain'. I regret for the mistake.
Thank you for the visit.
So when someone marries, do they stop being "lovers" ;). At any rate, he forgot the umbrella ;P, I'll read the first part now
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