I have had a beautiful affair
with the rains. The slight nip in the air, the darkening skies, shimmering
lightning, cool breeze, swaying trees as if to welcome the rain God – all this
giving away to first drops of rain; sheer magic!! Who would not be in love with
them?
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Every time they come they bring
along a flood of memories. Beautiful, heart touching memories of first love,
romance in the air, holding hands, feeling the underlying passion, freshly
washed leaves adding to the greenery, the misty smell of earth after the first
few drops of rain, grey somber atmosphere sometimes making me a poet and
sometimes a dancer… while sometimes it makes a thirsty soul waiting for the
raindrops to quench my thirst.… all this is synonymous with rains for me.
But this time somehow the rains
have brought loads of pain and hurt reminding me of broken hearts, shattered
dreams, unrequited love and of passion which went cold with the passage of time.
Today my heart seems more like a parched piece of earth, devoid of any feelings
with its cracks laid bare open for each one to see. Yet none chooses to stop,
they all move ahead casting just a glance maybe of pity.
Yes this parched piece had seen
greener pastures and happier times but today all that is left is fistful of
memories which perhaps are more painful than this dry pain.