“The faded colors of life,
the dim beams of light,
strange is to see,
the drenched world with liquid eyes”
It was a winter rain…
She was staring out of the window; might be on that banyan tree, on its withered leaves, or on its dark brown bark projecting out of the grassy land. Or she wasn’t even aware of her continuous stare out of the window. She was just sitting there lost in some never land, she always wanted to be a part of… She wasn’t looking sad, neither was she happy. Her expressions were plain; eyelids were like curtains prohibiting you to see beyond. She was just sitting there, might be waiting for someone, and might be since time unknown.
Then the first drop fell on her wrist, several other followed; it rained. Something embellished her face… Was it a smile or a sigh of relief? Whatever it was, it increased her beauty many folds. The rain drops crossed the fabrics of her dress, and touched her skin. They were cold and created the same sensation as the hand of her long gone lover. She felt as if he is there, He has come; the phase of waiting is over. She ran to the terrace, and gave herself to the rain. The chilly winds on the terrace made her feel like the breath of him. She let the rain to touch her all over. She sat at a corner there, like she has scarified herself to the rain, the wind or to the arms of her lover.
The hands of her lover were to give her that intense warmth after sometime, but this was winter rain. It made her feel colder. She realized it was not him… It was rain… the winter rain, chilling and killing; She felt as if she was in arms of some another man, She was now afraid. That thing which embellished her face was now gone. She cried as if he was gone again. She came back to her room, changed and sat near that window staring out, not allowing a single drop of rain to touch her… waiting.
the dim beams of light,
strange is to see,
the drenched world with liquid eyes”
It was a winter rain…
She was staring out of the window; might be on that banyan tree, on its withered leaves, or on its dark brown bark projecting out of the grassy land. Or she wasn’t even aware of her continuous stare out of the window. She was just sitting there lost in some never land, she always wanted to be a part of… She wasn’t looking sad, neither was she happy. Her expressions were plain; eyelids were like curtains prohibiting you to see beyond. She was just sitting there, might be waiting for someone, and might be since time unknown.
Then the first drop fell on her wrist, several other followed; it rained. Something embellished her face… Was it a smile or a sigh of relief? Whatever it was, it increased her beauty many folds. The rain drops crossed the fabrics of her dress, and touched her skin. They were cold and created the same sensation as the hand of her long gone lover. She felt as if he is there, He has come; the phase of waiting is over. She ran to the terrace, and gave herself to the rain. The chilly winds on the terrace made her feel like the breath of him. She let the rain to touch her all over. She sat at a corner there, like she has scarified herself to the rain, the wind or to the arms of her lover.
The hands of her lover were to give her that intense warmth after sometime, but this was winter rain. It made her feel colder. She realized it was not him… It was rain… the winter rain, chilling and killing; She felt as if she was in arms of some another man, She was now afraid. That thing which embellished her face was now gone. She cried as if he was gone again. She came back to her room, changed and sat near that window staring out, not allowing a single drop of rain to touch her… waiting.
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