Today morning was a beautiful affair. While sitting in the college cafe, my mind wandered off to similar wet moments which had made me so happy and so insanely ecstatic in the past. And those times seemed to have gone so far away. Or may be I had traveled ahead. The good part was that none of it made me feel lonesome or sad. I did not feel I was missing something. I did not long and I did not look back teary eyed sort of a way. And it all happened naturally. Yes, my heart longed for romance, my hands longed for a hand to hold and to caress.. for a friend who I could perhaps make pakodas with and raise a toast of tea to the serenity around me. The little droplets hanging by the green leaves spake of hope and abundance. How I wanted to capture each swinging drop about to trip into the abyss of nothing and everything! I basked sitting under the shed...the rainfall making crackling noises.. so pleasing to the ear and wholesome in thought. I wanted to record the sound forever. But it is as good I didn't do it for what's rainfall to an habitual ear?
I sat on the table with my feet perched on the bench below and my back resting by the pole sustaining the hood overhead. I had a friend sitting with me.. who shared with me his hopes and plans about life. He happened to tell me about his gf too and by the soft look on his face I could tell he loves her so much. :) It was enriching to see someone in love and yet so much at peace. That's what's love. It is supposed to be an extension of peace and freedom..how many of us actually see it that way? :) But let me not dwell on that topic for there will be no coming back. I was happy because I felt free. I was happy because the raindrops for once did not mix with tears.. did not remind me of sad times but chimed only of hope and abundance.
It wasn't bliss that I was taciturnly celebrating sitting under the shed with hot coffee in hand. It was freedom to be who I am and a teeny weeny proud moment of being the way I am. This normalcy was what I had pined for for so long.
Some more time passed and by then I had gone to the classrooms to join some other friends. I sat on the parapet - something not advisable but very tempting and cosy. I lounged lazily as the rain poured and chatted with friends. The rain had begun to feel what it was meant to be. Perhaps this is how a desolate tree must experience when it sees the maiden sprouts of baby leafs, all soft and fragile, clinging on its barren branches. Almost in hugs.
Here's a li'l smthing I wrote for a friend as I sat under the shed:
As mornin' comes a-knockin
Rain rushes to welcome her in
From behind the glass window
I can see beauty unseen.
With every drop of rain
that dangles by tiny leafs
Reverberate my tiny hopes
and enormous happiness
Your friendship brings.
Let it rain crazy today!
Let us all get stuck!
In this moment, this beauty
Let us all chance our luck!
