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That Rainy Day
I came downstairs, still half asleep and was struggling to open my eyes. The knocking at my door compelled me to leave my cozy bed in this pleasant weather. Monsoon was always my favourite season. I loved to dance in the rain. Rubbing my eyes, I somehow reached the door and opened it. Should I be surprised or shocked? It was him, after so many years. My favourite flowers were in his hands. "You still remember?" I asked. "Of course! How can I forget?" he replied with a sweet smile and held me tight in his arms. The warmth filled my heart. I felt as if I was living all these years but was never alive till the moment he embraced me.
We were together for five years, before he left. After him, I never allowed anyone to enter my world. He was my human diary. There was never even a trifle matter about my day that he did not know. I was always a chatterbox and he, my constant listener. Although he was a man of little words, but with me, he never chose silence. We used to spend hours talking. On our first meeting, I took him to my favourite place. We sat there, enjoying the sweet breeze, watching the stars. What a beautiful moonlit evening that was! He loved the place too. We had spent many evenings there, talking our hearts out, while staring at the moon. We had a lot of happy memories together. Honestly, I could not expect that distance would ever find a place between us. But unfortunately it did. Later when I introspected, I realized that everything falls apart. Change is the only constant perhaps.
Anyways, he is here now. He is with me again. I told myself that I should forget the hard times and happily welcome him. "Won't you let me come in? Is my little girl so angry?", he said. I realized that I was completely lost in my thoughts and did not even ask him to come in. I smiled and nodded. He held my hand softly as we sat on the couch. I was really happy to see him, but a lump had made its place in my throat. As I tried to say a word, the lump just kept getting bigger and bigger. He could understand it by my face. So, he held me close and tears rolled down my cheeks. I said to myself, "Let it flow. Let all the pain flow away and make space for new hopes to bloom." As it rained outside, we sat together, listening to the sound of raindrops on the window panes. All my insecurities were gone. I was happy again. With every breath, I realized that I was fully alive. He was with me. What else could I wish for? Sitting there for hours, I fell asleep with my head on his shoulder.
I suppose I wasn't fortunate enough. May be all that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream. Raindrops fell on my face. As I opened my eyes, I found myself alone, sitting on the couch, near the window. Was I dreaming? I tried to recollect. All these years, I have never remembered him. The day he left, I decided to get up and lead my life happily alone. Then why did I dream of him? I became very much restless. He has exploded back into my life with the power and force of a storm and I am reeling under the impact of the resurrected memories. "I don’t want to revisit the past. It's sheer torture to do so. I am done with it, it is the past, it is over", my head told me. Yet my heart did not stop thinking about him.
Gathering courage, talking to myself, finally I was able to get over the dream. I decided to make a cup of coffee. I got up and went to the kitchen. I kept telling myself, "It was just a dream, or may be a nightmare. Forget it! He isn't coming back ever. He's gone..." Holding the cup in my hand, I again sat near the window with the hope, that a warm cup of coffee could warm up my cold heart too. As I was gazing outside the window and sipping on my coffee, my mobile phone buzzed. I was not in a mood to check but it buzzed again. A text message popped up, "Hey sweetie!! Get up and get ready. I'm coming to your house within an hour. Let's go to our favourite place. I'm sorry. I hope it's not much late to sort things out." It was him. I pinched myself hard. Was I dreaming again? Is he really back? Can a dream ever turn out to be true? I kept gazing at the text in wonder.
© Gunjan
We were together for five years, before he left. After him, I never allowed anyone to enter my world. He was my human diary. There was never even a trifle matter about my day that he did not know. I was always a chatterbox and he, my constant listener. Although he was a man of little words, but with me, he never chose silence. We used to spend hours talking. On our first meeting, I took him to my favourite place. We sat there, enjoying the sweet breeze, watching the stars. What a beautiful moonlit evening that was! He loved the place too. We had spent many evenings there, talking our hearts out, while staring at the moon. We had a lot of happy memories together. Honestly, I could not expect that distance would ever find a place between us. But unfortunately it did. Later when I introspected, I realized that everything falls apart. Change is the only constant perhaps.
Anyways, he is here now. He is with me again. I told myself that I should forget the hard times and happily welcome him. "Won't you let me come in? Is my little girl so angry?", he said. I realized that I was completely lost in my thoughts and did not even ask him to come in. I smiled and nodded. He held my hand softly as we sat on the couch. I was really happy to see him, but a lump had made its place in my throat. As I tried to say a word, the lump just kept getting bigger and bigger. He could understand it by my face. So, he held me close and tears rolled down my cheeks. I said to myself, "Let it flow. Let all the pain flow away and make space for new hopes to bloom." As it rained outside, we sat together, listening to the sound of raindrops on the window panes. All my insecurities were gone. I was happy again. With every breath, I realized that I was fully alive. He was with me. What else could I wish for? Sitting there for hours, I fell asleep with my head on his shoulder.
I suppose I wasn't fortunate enough. May be all that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream. Raindrops fell on my face. As I opened my eyes, I found myself alone, sitting on the couch, near the window. Was I dreaming? I tried to recollect. All these years, I have never remembered him. The day he left, I decided to get up and lead my life happily alone. Then why did I dream of him? I became very much restless. He has exploded back into my life with the power and force of a storm and I am reeling under the impact of the resurrected memories. "I don’t want to revisit the past. It's sheer torture to do so. I am done with it, it is the past, it is over", my head told me. Yet my heart did not stop thinking about him.
Gathering courage, talking to myself, finally I was able to get over the dream. I decided to make a cup of coffee. I got up and went to the kitchen. I kept telling myself, "It was just a dream, or may be a nightmare. Forget it! He isn't coming back ever. He's gone..." Holding the cup in my hand, I again sat near the window with the hope, that a warm cup of coffee could warm up my cold heart too. As I was gazing outside the window and sipping on my coffee, my mobile phone buzzed. I was not in a mood to check but it buzzed again. A text message popped up, "Hey sweetie!! Get up and get ready. I'm coming to your house within an hour. Let's go to our favourite place. I'm sorry. I hope it's not much late to sort things out." It was him. I pinched myself hard. Was I dreaming again? Is he really back? Can a dream ever turn out to be true? I kept gazing at the text in wonder.
© Gunjan
