Another day, another mood, another time...That was all I could think of right now.
My periodic tests were going on and so was the season of Monsoon. Mummy got us from the School early today because she wanted us to receive few more hours to our preparation. The humid was high, telling us that stay home or else you'll bath with sweat right now. There were little showers early that day, but the sun shone high till the afternoon. I sat there, absentmindedly, in the room where mummy was teaching Broski. Knowing that I too have a test tomorrow, opened the book, started to read and there I was, sleepy. Suddenly! We hear heavy drops falling in the balcony on the cooler. First things that pops is, there are clothes hanging on the terrace ropes! Mummy shouts, 'KAPDE!' I literally ran like the hell is raining fire and those clothes up there are my emotions which'll burn to ashes if I don't go and grab them under the umbrella of care. Bare-feeted, racing through the staircase, with a black-and-white umbrella in my hands, having the what-will-happen-if-the-clothes-will-get-wet-they-will-dry-again feeling in my mind, I was there at the door. The velocity of raindrops increased as my velocity of taking the clothes off the rope decreased. I was there, halfway to accomplish my goal and then, there was she, my mother, helping me to get the clothes, without an umbrella but with slippers so, she's smart too.
Though the clothes were saved, my mum was not, she was a drenched fish standing there. The rains brought the black clouds to terms to be white. I dragged a chair near the open window with the book in my hand and started reading, but I wasn't able to focus. The scene out there was splendid, raining heavily, strong wind waves and patter of raindrops. I somehow managed to read a chapter but not more than that. Showers stopped. The sky was filled with the enormity of the white colour. Birds chirped, cars honked, drilling machine buzzed and the winds touched. The earthly fragrance filled my body as I took the deep breath. A cold snap of air hitting me every five seconds, I could emotionally and literally feel replenishment of my soul, body and mind. I stationed there with a smile as the winds spoke their secrets in my ears, about to tell me that when the Rain God is planning to let go the pipeline again... I hear, "Next time, it'll start-" *TGHTGHTGH* The workers next to our house started the drilling machine, and everything was gone, like that.
My periodic tests were going on and so was the season of Monsoon. Mummy got us from the School early today because she wanted us to receive few more hours to our preparation. The humid was high, telling us that stay home or else you'll bath with sweat right now. There were little showers early that day, but the sun shone high till the afternoon. I sat there, absentmindedly, in the room where mummy was teaching Broski. Knowing that I too have a test tomorrow, opened the book, started to read and there I was, sleepy. Suddenly! We hear heavy drops falling in the balcony on the cooler. First things that pops is, there are clothes hanging on the terrace ropes! Mummy shouts, 'KAPDE!' I literally ran like the hell is raining fire and those clothes up there are my emotions which'll burn to ashes if I don't go and grab them under the umbrella of care. Bare-feeted, racing through the staircase, with a black-and-white umbrella in my hands, having the what-will-happen-if-the-clothes-will-get-wet-they-will-dry-again feeling in my mind, I was there at the door. The velocity of raindrops increased as my velocity of taking the clothes off the rope decreased. I was there, halfway to accomplish my goal and then, there was she, my mother, helping me to get the clothes, without an umbrella but with slippers so, she's smart too.
Though the clothes were saved, my mum was not, she was a drenched fish standing there. The rains brought the black clouds to terms to be white. I dragged a chair near the open window with the book in my hand and started reading, but I wasn't able to focus. The scene out there was splendid, raining heavily, strong wind waves and patter of raindrops. I somehow managed to read a chapter but not more than that. Showers stopped. The sky was filled with the enormity of the white colour. Birds chirped, cars honked, drilling machine buzzed and the winds touched. The earthly fragrance filled my body as I took the deep breath. A cold snap of air hitting me every five seconds, I could emotionally and literally feel replenishment of my soul, body and mind. I stationed there with a smile as the winds spoke their secrets in my ears, about to tell me that when the Rain God is planning to let go the pipeline again... I hear, "Next time, it'll start-" *TGHTGHTGH* The workers next to our house started the drilling machine, and everything was gone, like that.
Comments
Post a Comment