Wednesday, June 16, 2010

when it rained...

She woke to a bright and a beautiful sunrise. She glanced at the calendar and gave a start. Suddenly remembering that it was his birthday! She had planned little surprises for him every year and he just loved every one of them. Her eyes clouded over as she lovingly took his picture in her hands and touched it gently to her cheek. "Happy Birthday", she whispered. A single tear dropped on his smiling cheek in the frame. She wiped them off slowly and placed it back on the dresser. Just as she finished making her coffee, the weather suddenly changed. The sun went behind the clouds and it started to drizzle and started pouring. She just stood in her balcony and watched the trees and roads getting wet.

They had both loved the rains. She remembered the cozy times they had shared watching the rain. She did not love the rain anymore. She could not stand the very sound and smell of rains anymore. She had started hating it. It made her cry. She wondered if the rain gods were in pain as well, to cry the way, she was crying now.

It made her heart ache as she thought back. Every corner of the house reminded her of him. She could not take the pain anymore. She ran and picked a shirt of his and wore it. It was a couple of sizes big for her. She inhaled deeply, to ensure his smell lingered on her. She had to move on. She knew that. He had made it clear that he was not coming back. Her mind knew it. Her heart refused to accept it. It was impossible for them to have a life together anymore, he had said. He could not be tied down to her. He said, he had outgrown her after years together. Every word had hurt her like a dagger. She calmly took it all then. With time, the hurt became worse. With time, her memory of him kept getting fresh.

She could never forget and she could never stop loving him. His voice was what she missed most. Nobody said her name the way he did. She had felt safe each time he said her name. She loved his smell. She missed his deep laughter. She missed his laughing eyes. She missed seeing him frown when he was concentrating on something. She missed listening to him humming, mostly off-key. She missed him so much that it had become like physical pain.

A corner of her heart waits for him to come back.

A tiny voice within her says he might come back someday. Somehow today she did not hate the rain so much. She just stood letting the rain wash over her, her faith deepening that someday he will come back.

9 comments:

(¯`•._.•[Raajii]•._.•´¯) said...

I cannot tell you how painfully I can relate to this - sigh.

Vasumathi Sridharan said...

@Raaji,

Thanks! Feels good to get comments from future novel writers :-)

:D

Goda Ramkumar said...

Beautiful! For a moment I brushed off my mind from the balcony where she stood....because it felt like I was standing there and I know I don't want to be the one standing there. Your writing has that power!

Vasumathi Sridharan said...

@Goda,

Thanks babes. >:D<

(¯`•._.•[Raajii]•._.•´¯) said...

aw... that is so sweet of you. Thank you :-)

Ram said...

Nice Writup..... Eppadi maaa ???? :)

Madhumathi said...

this reminds me of a novel i read sometime back "PS: I love you"

Bharatspeak said...

hey a very well written article, loved the description and your writing style!

Ganesh said...

Hey sis! Visited your blog after a long time and well worth it..
A work that touched the inner echelon of my heart.. Awesome piece!!

All i have is one word Thank you!!