One Night
- By SoulBlighter
He looked up to the sky. It was raining.
And when I say it was raining, I mean it was pouring. From where he stood it looked like someone was shooting down at them with a cosmic machine gun. Except, instead of little bullets they were using little drops of freedom. It was like the liberation of water that had been trapped in the clouds. The little raindrops were like freedom fighters sacrificing themselves for a greater cause and the ground stood like an expectant mother, waiting for what had been torn from her to be returned. With open arms, terra firma welcomed her children back, there was going to be room for them all.
As he sat there with his mouth open staring at the sky, he greedily lapped up the drops of water that were lucky enough to land on his tongue and absorbed their energy, enthusiasm and refreshing nature. It felt like being born again
He looked around; there were the trees and leaves braving the downpour while their roots made merry in the ground, the sand around him which seemed to jump for joy every time a raindrop hit its surface, frogs and toads were out in their season of glory...
...And next to him she was sitting there... In the rain...
Who was she he wondered… He wasn’t delirious or anything in the cranial sense, he very much knew who she was and how they’d come to be there but the real question was "who was she"?
Did he really know her? Did he really know why she was here? Did he really know why they were there in this moment?
He looked at her as she stared into the abyss ahead, her wandering eyes looking into the darkness of the night. They said nothing, a look that was blank yet conveyed a feeling of confidence and being relaxed. That’s the magic about eyes, they say anything and everything. It’s like in a “give” in a game of poker, when you want to keep something to yourself, the eyes always give you away.
He wondered what they were doing there; they’d just come back from a sumptuous meal and as they headed back the skies had poured open and blessed them with their gift from the heavens. Truly they both loved the rain, it was something to revere, and it was pure magic. Thanks to him being totally insane and out of control (something he had somehow reflected onto her a bit), they decided to sit out and be blessed by the Gods. It felt great; the rain was like taking a bath in the Fountain of Youth.
He looked at her all huddled up in her dupatta, with her hair pulled back and wet with the rain. She looked like a little teddy bear all waiting to be hugged, but he practiced some restraint. Last time they were together in the rain, he’d kind of lost control and he thought that was being disrespectful to a woman. It was like pinching her bum, hugging someone without their permission. He was going to stay away from it this time. It didn’t matter whether she minded or not, in his old school head it was impolite.
They sat there under the open sky and talked about everything. What he’d been up to, what was happening with her, what was upsetting her, why he was so high always. He realized that conversations of this sort were rare. It was totally uninhibited, undiplomatic, no nonsense face to face talk. It was great and time always flew when they were talking. In fact he wondered if it went by too fast, like God was yanking his cord by making time run faster when they were together.
He sat there with songs going off in the back of his head. They were contrasting in song styles and the lyrics were varied but they all had one common thing, they all inspired the same emotion in him. Those were songs he couldn’t hear without thinking about her, and those which he’d always associate with this moment.
He wondered how they’d reached here; it had been a long trip. In his first look itself he thought that he’d met her before sometime and it felt weird when she belied those doubts, he was actually pretty convinced. Still it took a while before they really got to even talking and the closeness they’d developed over time was envious. In fact people around totally misunderstood them. But the important thing to him was that she understood him and he hoped that he understood her too. Of course there had been highs and lows all along the way, but that was just natural. He didn’t care, she made him feel comfortable to be himself, hell, she was his secret keeper, she knew more about him than anyone else. And he knew he’d never be able to explain to her why she was such a valuable gift to him, just her presence in his life was good enough for him.
As he sat and pondered about all these great doubts permeating his brain, she looked at him and said she wasn’t really too comfortable with the skies flashing their lights. He laughed in his head at her child like innocence, "2nd innocence" she’d said a while ago. He knew she’d been through worse in her life and emerged victorious every time, yet she was afraid of lightening. Still he didn’t want her to be uncomfortable so they headed to the nearest shelter.
And as they stood there under the cover, she slipped her hand into his and put her head on his shoulder as he leaned on the wall. It felt magical. And at that moment it struck him, he didn’t care anymore about the questions, he didn’t care about the fickle doubts in his head, he didn’t care what anybody else thought, he didn’t care if they were doing the right thing or not. He realized that he didn’t care about it, he didn’t want to care about it, maybe it wasn’t rational but it didn’t matter to him. This was perfect…
He turned to his shoulder and saw her with her eyes closed nesting her, he smiled to himself and as he turned to stare blankly into the sky, he sighed… He was happy.
bitch boy.
delete the story and the the disclaimer.
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