RAIN
At times, may be just a few times, a light drizzle can do things to the mind and heart. The day began as usual for her, she who works in the uptown supermarket in a managerial post and being a single mother also has to look after ea
ch and every, small and big, need of little Katy. Life has been a roller coaster ride till now, with more downs than ups to remember by, but she does not encourage the habit of complaining and cribbing.
The sky was over cast with a gray blanket when she came out of the one room studio apartment that Katy loves to call home. As she started to drive towards the store in her old beaten car, the drops started to pour. In a blink of the eyes, the water was falling down in buckets. Visibility was a mere five meters, and all the vehicles on the road at the rush morning hour came to a sudden halt. If destiny posits that the day will be slow, then she should make a call to her boss to say that she will be delayed. She dialed her boss’s number, who was a good six years younger to her but had acquired quite a few university degrees to prove his mettle. Formality completed, she was free to sit quietly letting her mind wander to horizons long forgotten.
Yes, rain does things to the heart and mind. So much has happened over the years, yet life is so beautiful. Spending the best years of her life with a man who actually did not matter at all at the end of the day! Sacrificing a promising career to take up full time motherhood, only to find herself alone to raise the kid! Katy, her blessing, her angel. And that’s what mattered now. It was a rainy day when she met Joe, Jonathan Wilbur Smith II, with his gentle eyes and generous mouth. Yes, looks are deceptive; she had learnt it the harder way. But she cannot blame the rain for that. Joe was a god sent till he lasted, but after him? But she cannot blame the lovely rain for that.
She looked at her face in the rear-view mirror. The time ravaged face told a thousand tales, the fine lines spoke of the battles fought; some won, some lost. Rain, it’s the rain that opened the gates of memories that she had kept closed all these years. She brought up her frail hand to touch the wisp of gray hair brushing her forehead. How old was she? Forty ? Forty one ? Yet, her eyes were young. Azure eyes, eyes that reflected the distant blue hills of the country side where she spent her childhood. She remembered now....It was again on wet misty dawn that she had suddenly realized that she had outgrown her village. And she had left her comfort zone, just like that, and that too on a rainy evening, silently, without telling her Ma and Pa. Were they alive now? Did Pa still sit on the large wooden chair of dark mahogany to enjoy his cup of hot dark coffee on a rainy afternoon?
No denying that rain indeed does certain things to the heart and mind. The steady shower was blurring the windscreen, and she sat like a statue, frozen in time, frozen in memories, inside the old beaten car. Her mind wandered to the sudden showers that night on an otherwise dry rainy season a decade back when Katy came to her life. Yes, that year, the rain had been generous. And suddenly, life bloomed, life happened.
Her reverie was sheared apart by the harsh sound of the horn of the flashy sports car just behind her old beaten one. A small beautiful smile played on her lips as she started the ignition. The heavy showers had given way to a light blanket of cottony pristine drops that bathed the world around her. So that was it. The rain had done quite a few things to her.
The sky was over cast with a gray blanket when she came out of the one room studio apartment that Katy loves to call home. As she started to drive towards the store in her old beaten car, the drops started to pour. In a blink of the eyes, the water was falling down in buckets. Visibility was a mere five meters, and all the vehicles on the road at the rush morning hour came to a sudden halt. If destiny posits that the day will be slow, then she should make a call to her boss to say that she will be delayed. She dialed her boss’s number, who was a good six years younger to her but had acquired quite a few university degrees to prove his mettle. Formality completed, she was free to sit quietly letting her mind wander to horizons long forgotten.
Yes, rain does things to the heart and mind. So much has happened over the years, yet life is so beautiful. Spending the best years of her life with a man who actually did not matter at all at the end of the day! Sacrificing a promising career to take up full time motherhood, only to find herself alone to raise the kid! Katy, her blessing, her angel. And that’s what mattered now. It was a rainy day when she met Joe, Jonathan Wilbur Smith II, with his gentle eyes and generous mouth. Yes, looks are deceptive; she had learnt it the harder way. But she cannot blame the rain for that. Joe was a god sent till he lasted, but after him? But she cannot blame the lovely rain for that.
She looked at her face in the rear-view mirror. The time ravaged face told a thousand tales, the fine lines spoke of the battles fought; some won, some lost. Rain, it’s the rain that opened the gates of memories that she had kept closed all these years. She brought up her frail hand to touch the wisp of gray hair brushing her forehead. How old was she? Forty ? Forty one ? Yet, her eyes were young. Azure eyes, eyes that reflected the distant blue hills of the country side where she spent her childhood. She remembered now....It was again on wet misty dawn that she had suddenly realized that she had outgrown her village. And she had left her comfort zone, just like that, and that too on a rainy evening, silently, without telling her Ma and Pa. Were they alive now? Did Pa still sit on the large wooden chair of dark mahogany to enjoy his cup of hot dark coffee on a rainy afternoon?
No denying that rain indeed does certain things to the heart and mind. The steady shower was blurring the windscreen, and she sat like a statue, frozen in time, frozen in memories, inside the old beaten car. Her mind wandered to the sudden showers that night on an otherwise dry rainy season a decade back when Katy came to her life. Yes, that year, the rain had been generous. And suddenly, life bloomed, life happened.
Her reverie was sheared apart by the harsh sound of the horn of the flashy sports car just behind her old beaten one. A small beautiful smile played on her lips as she started the ignition. The heavy showers had given way to a light blanket of cottony pristine drops that bathed the world around her. So that was it. The rain had done quite a few things to her.
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