A little raindrop……………..

Busy street. Cars honking. Trees growing dry. Buildings stands tall. A dry scorching wind blows on my face. I fall on the ground. Life seem to be at end. Skin turning black. Veins all apart out. Why my lord why me??? Even a tear seems to be difficult to drop out. Miseries about to end. No more need of friends or enemies. Where are you my love where? When I need you? Down on my knees I beg you all forgiveness for what I have done unto you. I look up above onto the clear blue skies for a ray of hope. Another blow of wind pushes me down to collapse on the ground. Nothing more to ask for. People pass by me like strangers.

Time has been my tormentor turning me around like a piece of twig bending me all the way but not breaking me till now. My day has come it seems finally to be broken down. I try to remember all that has happened in my life till now. I was always amused looking how time passed by as a flash back when the hero is about to die; now it seems to be my time. Ahhhh! A tear ready to drop on the ground. I see her in the tear’s reflection on the ground. Is it true? Is it just my thought? Maybe I am wrong even in this final moment. The world seems to end. I close my eyes because; I can’t bear to see anything anymore. A roll of thunder I hear up far away. The lords playing his games with me. Hahahaha!! My final game on earth and here I am; cant even getup from the ground to face it.

The sweet fragrance of her perfume passes into my breath. Lost into a translation, unsure where I may end with this. I can’t even see her, yet I can feel her; is this we call as love. It’s been just a couple year since I have known her. We played. We shared. We cried. We were supposed to be together weren’t we? I see an angel coming right to me. I still remember the 1^st time I saw her, having food with her friends in the canteen. And in one of the corner is me fooling around with my crazy boys. All that time the clock moved fast as a tornado revolving away. A glimpse of her and I am smitten. Who is she? How did I dint see her all through my two years in college? Was she a new comer? So many questions one after the other rush like a first drug shot into my veins. Oh! The ball hits me and I am on the ground. But still my eyes preying on her. Who is she is the question still standing tall. Has the time stopped moving? Yes it truly has. All I see is silly kids laughing at me and her staring at me. Her eye lashes just blink and I am back to my senses again aren’t it a bit magical to say. Scratching my head I get up from the ground still looking at her. Hey weirdo quit it says my conscience. Giving a stupid smile and blushing away I turn to my friends and run to get hold of the one who threw the ball onto me.

Bells ring, it’s the final ring I am going to hear from my college. Final year is done but what’s the use all that I have still achieved are just a few glances from her and a first class in my final year. Could have spoken to her couldn’t I? Shit man! I am total waste one year and not even a word what’s the use of saying I am a guy and beating out the guys who abuse me, if I cant just once open my stupid mouth in front of her. Its now or never I see her passing by. “HI! My name is Ebin. Ebin Joseph.” Did she not hear me or did she ignore me. Great what more to ask the 1^st time I speak up and here I am as if on a block zero. Why me? Why did I even have to try talking? Should have left her the way she is. Just thinking that she liked me to. Even though I knew I was totally untrue. Oh did she turn back and looked at me. Yes she did. A blow of cold wind hits my face and nothing could have felt me any better.

Rains pouring and me roaming jobless as always some may say. But I am loving my life the way it is someway had forgotten her hadn’t I? A raindrop hit my face. And as it makes its exit from my face I see her again in front of my college gate. Is he following me? No I am not dear I was just riding by enjoying the rain and I saw you. Still no guts to say, I was thinking all that. “Hey what happened? It’s raining heavily? I will drop you home if you don’t mind.” She’s staring at me. Please a yes. Just one single yes. I am standing in front of her house bidding her bye. My first meet with her. I close my eyes and open. I see the cream ceiling of my room isn’t it great. I smile and blush just her thoughts seem to carry me forward.

Time and seasons pass by forward strong, so does every meet between us gets more regular and common. Like the new leaves growing on the trees and its roots getting stronger, every season somewhere I see our relation gets stronger. It’s a coldest night of the year and I am out on the streets with my friends acting as a jester. Waiting for the clock to hit 12 and wish her happy new year is all that I want. Just counting down the time and thinking about every occasion we have meet seems still a fantasy. The skies lit up with the powerful firecrackers. People shouting Happy New Year. I rush in front of her home and she her standing out. Maybe waiting for me with a smile on her pretty face. I catch her hand and pull her out on to the street give her a hug and speak into her ears “Happy New Year Dear. Love you dear and would you be my Love forever”. Masking under the loud sounds of the bursts happening around I hear a faint but clear “Yes”.

Now all that seems to be some kind of trouble in my soul. Shouldn’t have done it. If only I refrained from seeing her every time she asked me to. If only I had not seen her on that night of New Year. Every pin point precise moment in my life that I spent with her seems to ridicule me. Money and love that I gave her seems to have been washed drown the drain now. Was that a thunder that I heard again? It seems close now than it was before. A wind blows onto me. It seems so familiar. I look up with pain in my eyed hard to open but yet somehow. A drop seems to be falling on me as it hits the walls of the building beside. It wasn’t meant for me maybe. The trees above me would certainly block the drops if any tried to get to me. My life at its pathetic end and I can’t even feel her or the trickle of drop on my face how more ironic can my life turn to be. For the last time I open my eyes and see it. The drop falling from leaves to leaves and finally the golden pearl touches my face. The electrifying feeling that passes on me brings her face again in front of me. I sense a touch not of the drop but of love. Yes its her and I hear her faint whisper “I Love You”.

Just like the little raindrop brought peace to the thirsty mother earth. Just a final glimpse of her and the golden words from her mouth brought total peace to my soul.