I opened my umbrella
to hide from the rain
of the trees
walking
on the wet tarmac
I saw pools of water
over which sunrays played
I thought I can match them
with my tears everynight
Then the previous night
I sat near that window
when my hairlocks flowed in the monsoon wind
the raindrops sprayed onto you so romantic
drowning my giggles
recalling those moments of ecstasy
my chat-chatter over the new mobile
Then the next morning
I would literally fly
through the air from home
like the girl in that TV 'ad'
less for the boredom of academics
more for the meeting in the corridors,
cafeteria or the woods behind the classrooms
Yesterday when it rained
The sound of the rain
could drown my sobs
I took in my cupped hands
pure pearl-like raindrops
to soothen the red swollen patch
on my face
after the slap
gifted by the same hands
(Originally Published on 20-09-2009)
