The year gone (2008) ...

A friend turned his back,
that was in Jan this year.
still hapiness crawled upto me
Feburary saw me smile back.

Orkut poetry forum i joined
that was in march i recall,
it was a nice thing in April,
as i explored my poetic art.

My parents visited me here
that was the wondeful May.
June was the blessed time,
visiting me,someone's love came.

A friend i cared for,turned
out to be so fake in July!
Auguat saw my work and poetry
each day,scaling new heights.

September i was alone but excited,
after an year's difference,
i went home in october month,
growing another year with elegance.

November was a confusing time
daily mind fought with heart,
and with new hopes for next year,
in december,i let our love depart.

I never reached the stars,
in any of the month or day,
but whenever i tried my best,
star dust lit my life's pretty face:)


Inspired from here !! ( prompt : Star Dust)

Birth of WL !! - how the lounge was created ....

It was 17th July,2008.I was enjoying my vacations after the completion of my Semester 6 exams.Exams got over on 21st June and my college was re opening on 21st July,2008.I was sitting all alone at home with nothing to do.I always used to be busy with some work .After completing my "The Fourth Seat" series,I planned to do something new.Yes,something different.I started with my "Office,Love" series.It was 4 pm when I got up from sleep.Went to sisters place and came back home at 5pm.I logged into my PC at 5:15pm,.I could not find any one online on my GTalk.Oh yes,Asbah came online at sharp 5.24 pm on 17th July,2008.

This is what we spoke.

5:25 PM

me: hey
alaena.a: oh hi ste whats up?
me:fine u say
alaena.a: alhamdolilah better :)
me: hmm

5:26 PM

alaena.a: how have you been and hows college?
me: college from 21.btw did u see that mosaic tag of mine :p
alaena.a: no didnt? leme :)
me: http://www.thesolitarywriter.blogspot.com thats how u do it

5:27 PM
alaena.a: did you check my last two posts?
me: doing .if u click then let me know

After few minutes.

6:11 PM
me:hey did u read mussadi man story :p i liked it too
alaena.a: yes awesome stuff ,sandeep is amazing., NO?
me: yes he is,i really admire the way these ppl do very creative ,his mussadi man one has really impressed me a lot

6:13 PM
alaena.a: yes infosys is a sad one
me: yes

6:16 PM
alaena.a: true same here
me: whts ur email id

6:22 PM
alaena.a: email id? the same one ste ....alaena.a@gamil ..gmail*
me: same one which u use for blogger
i mean for ur blog
6:24 PM
alaena.a: the same...
why?
me: u got a mail :p
alaena.a: yes?
me: check it
alaena.a: did you send any?
me: yup

6:25 PM
alaena.a: aha?
i love it :)
me: wht
alaena.a: something like a co-writer?
me: yes
alaena.a: is it our new blog ?
me: i am planning for a big thing
yes

6:27 PM
alaena.a: aha.. joinin :)

6:32 PM
me: there
hey i am planning to name it as "The Writers Paradise"
hows it
alaena.a: Incredible :)
or maybe writer's lounge?
me: hmm its good
alaena.a: over a cuppa coffee :P


6:41 PM
me: yippe
we r done.
alaena.a: joined :P
me: lets se how many join.Hope we will get around 70 - 75 members one day. :)
and hows the blog template

6:42 PM
alaena.a: wow :O
me: shud i change it to white
alaena.a: I hope we get to know others better :)
me: yes we wud
do u have other blogger frnd email id

6:43 PM
alaena.a: Ty for using the name :)
no blackk is great
me: hmm
alaena.a: I love black for this purpose
yes, I will get you that in a day insh-Allah
me: hey tell me
i want a name for this blog for the blog url

6:44 PM
alaena.a: weandwords
me: wht
wht does that mean
ohk we and words
http://weandwords.blogspot.com/
alaena.a: what do you think?

6:48 PM
me:u are the admin :)

6:49 PM
alaena.a: alaena.a@gmail.com
wht
me:i will give u admin privelege
u shud be the first to post
so ur honour madam
alaena.a: i am already posting wow
me:i mean in the new blog did u post

6:50 PM
alaena.a: a comment :)
yes just...
me: k btw post
make a post
the blog will see a good writers post first
and we will arrange contests n all
wht say
let it be a success
alaena.a: ty :)
yes... Insh-Allah ... did you invited sandeep too?
please do.
me: am eager to read ur post on our new blog
nope
i dont have his email id
gimme

alaena.a: I will post my old story..
me: sure

6:53 PM
alaena.a: leme ask
me:yes
alaena.a: sandeepbalan83@gmail.com

6:54 PM
me: is sandeep online

6:55 PM
alaena.a: yes he is
me: invited him
alaena.a: i will be back in a while
brb
me: ask him to join
ohk
even me goin

Ok , now we were just 2 people in the newly made "Writers Lounge blog".We were very excited.Sandeep joined us the next day.Later on we three joined hands for the improvement and development of the Lounge.

This was how our blog was found

Remember 17th July every year ...Its The Writers Lounge day:p

Where are you?

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After thought.

Yes, I know I am late in writing and posting this post but I have reasons for it.

5 days since the rain drenched lounge contest's last date of submission, and 5 days since me and my lappy is forced to have the tormention of a living without internet, which rendered it impossible for me to pen down (read it type) any afterthought that would cross my mind and drop it here.

Hello all, 

Today is Dec 30, which means that only one dusk is left in the dawn of a brand new year. I hope you all are doing great, making and remaking resolutions, year-end's closing ordeal and evaluations, this is also giving me an opportunity to ask you all to post your Resolution for the coming year, I hope it be a fun read! 

Anyways, what I want to write in here is my part of the story, the way this contest has touched me - deeply! well it has not only made dormant members to come in lime light and post and comment on others posts, it has also helped me find some new friends, Thanks to riversoul, Ashwin, Arjun, Pretty-me, Mona, Neha, Jack, Leo, Anurag, Tan! and I'm sure I must have missed many.

This has provided me an opportunity to have different perspective of a simple single thing, rain, yes; and the energy to write :)

Thankyou all.

I love it being here, I savoured the stories, yes I ripped some too, sorry for that, it was all in good faith and hope.

My broadband is ir-repairable for an un-defined time and I cant wait to come back and read the plethora of posts that are already posted on the lounge!

happy writing

happy lounging..

and 'new year :)

Asbah.

list

She came back after meeting him. It was the first time they had met. She sat down and made a list. She called it : ' The list of things before I meet him the next time.' She had atleast 6 months to get these things done.

She numbered her list. It read:

1. Get dad to buy me a 5mp phone. The pics we took this time didn't look that nice. We need much more than just 3 pics together. 

2. Lose weight. The next time I meet him, I want to shock him. I want to look stunning :)

3. Get something done to my hair. The travel made my curls crazy. I wonder what he thought. Must find a way to make it look atleast presentable if not stunning. 

4. Learn to stay quiet. He must have thought all I can do is talk and talk about nonsense. 

5. Carry sneakers. I went trekking in flip-flops...He must have thought I was a dumbwit. I must pack days before so I can think of such things.

6. HAVE TO GET MORE MATURE.

4months later.

She had the latest 5mp phone. She had lost 7kgs and was still losing. She found the perfect products that suited her hair. She had somewhat became quiet. She had 3 new pairs of sneakers. 

A lot had changed. She no longer had a reason to meet him. 

Sandeep (B)Malan in Ameriga . - Back with a bang !!!

It was October 2008. BBC world came up with a Breaking news .Every one at "Airvoice" were busy working.Asbah Khan came running towards Sandeep."Merlynch and Lehman gaya kaam se," her voice went low of sudden.She was worried for once.She believed that economic crisis would provoke Airvoice to fire atleast 2000 employees.Asbah believed that her name would be in top 10.Sandeep was showing deaf ear to Asbah's concern and tension."Apun hamesha Airvoice ka employee rahega ," he was assured that they won't fire him out.The great economic crisis didn't even spare "Airvoice" telecoms.The MD announced that by 3 pm the list of removed candidates will be displayed.

Every one at Airvoice were anxious; some were praying."Adhan da ,Idhan da Sandeep Malan naan thaan daa(This or That ,this is Sandeep Malan)," Sandeep was busy singing a song.It was 3 pm and Ramu kaka posted the list on the company notice board."Yays!! i am in airvoice yippiee ,"Asbah shouted with joy.Sandeep was happy for her but it was limited for only next few seconds .A shock awaited him."Yaar,sorry to say, Dasvidaniya Sandeep," Asbah said without a smile.Sandeep poked her nose as he believed that she went for Dasvidaniya movie without informing him.
"Oyii ,chupp kar Asbo dear ," he uttered .Asbah informed him that he was fired from the company. Infact it was Sandeep who was the only person to be fired."Ayyo Kadavale," he said in typical Rajni style.He felt low as he was the only one to be fired from Airvoice."Saalo ,Kaamino.... m%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%$%, why just me?" he shouted at every one and he left.

His dark brown face turned red in anger .He was crying like crazy at the CST railway station."Amma,Amma" he screeched.That night he slept at the railway station.He soon left for Kerala without purchasing anyticket.The train reached Mangalooru and it was another shock awaiting him.The TTR was busy pulling out money from every ones kitty.Sandeep was lost in some deep thought."Aye Chettan,unda tickets evaddo daa(hey brother,where is your ticket?) ," the TTR had an impact of a Mallu tone."Poi koo ,Poi koo ( get lost ),"Sandeep said in a low voice."CHTT,PTTT",the TTR soon gave him a tight slap and pulled out 1500 bucks from him.Every thing that was happening around Sandeep was quite unfortunate.He cursed his fate.
Finally after 58 hours of journey he reached Trichur.
"Ding ,Dong" he rang the door bell."Anna ," shouted Sandhika his younger sister.She asked the reason for his frown.He never spoke a word.His mom fed him with his favourite Iddiyappam.

Thousand thoughts poking his mind.
hundred dreams shattered at home.
handful of hopes thrashed.
richa.lover.fake
Sandhika.sister.hopes.
Asbah.friend.close.
Airvoice.once home.now ???
past.present.future????

How would he inform his parents that he was banished away from his office.He was put to a fix.He never wanted to spill the truth.He remained silent for few days.He never bothered to call his peer Asbah at office.He never spoke to his parents nor Sandhika.A jovial young lad from Kerala went into depression.He never came out of his room.His bag was filled with Rajini kanth hit movies and Rakhi Sawant songs."Meoww ,Bhooo!!," he sometimes used to behave as if some wild cat bit him from behind .He used to dance on Rakhi's song on full volume.

Days flew like anything and Sandeep was jobless.He wanted to work in US,but he never knew US was in Africa or America.15 years ago when is geography teacher Muthusaami asked him the same question."Ayyo, Saar, Ameriga is near Kerala and Tamil Nadu," he gave a confident answer.But poor Malan little he knew that one day he would be thrashed out of his company.He got freaked out when he saw his name in that list all alone.There was no one to accompany him in that list. Now ,he decided for once and for all."America, done done !!," he shouted as if it was some Rajini song.He rushed towards Sandhika to inform this as she was the intermediator between Sandeep and her parents."Amma, anna wants to go to Ameriga," she said in a typical mallu tone.The mothers eye brows raised as Sandhika came up with this news."Amerigans themselves are finding it difficult to get a job after this eco crisis,how will u ?," she asked his son.Sandeep said " Amma ,naan idha kettu vellai panna matten,naan idha ketu velai pannuven(Mom ,I don't listen to my mind, I listen my heart.
),"he said pointing his heart.His mom didn't knew that this was a famous dialogue from a Rajni movie."What will u do if u don't find any job in Ameriga?," his dad asked him."I will sell vada paav in America,"He indicated that people in US are fond of Indian food.Finally the parents agreed and it was time to dance again.He went to his room and danced to full volume."Thii Thii, jagajothi jothi," he behaved as if he was drunk.

On the other hand Richa was waiting for him to return.She loved him like crazy .He was everything.She once told Sandeep that she will wait for him throughout her life time.Sandeep informed every one about his travel to the US.He asked everyone to gather at the Mumbai airport to bid final bye.

"Ameriga povaan Sandeep Malan(Sandeep Malan is flying to Ameriga)," he yelled with extreme joy.



Language Translation.
Ameriga povaan Sandeep Malan = Sandeep Malan is flying to Ameriga.

Thii Thii, jagajothi jothi = a tamil song from the movie Sivaji.

Amma ,naan idha kettu vellai panna matten,naan idha ketu velai pannuven = Mom ,I don't listen to my mind, I listen my heart.

Adhan da ,Idhan da Sandeep Malan naan thaan daa = This or That ,this is Sandeep Malan

Aye Chettan,unda tickets evaddo daa = hey brother,where is your ticket?

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Turning Infertile....the MBA way!

If I were to describe Ruchika in a word, it would be “Brains”. There have been moments where me and TJ have discussed at length of her gifted brain. The “SRCC” commerce tag was enough to stamp her academic superiority over us who had to shy away when someone enquired about our college of graduation. I don’t know how and why Ruchika agreed to be a part of our project group. Everyone wanted to rope her in the first term. There are some subjects where you have the freedom of choosing your own project group. The professors become god in the remaining few by making groups which they think would instill team dynamics in you. It seemed fun when they did it in the first term because you perceive everyone who has managed to get in brings to the table certain unique qualities. But once you start knowing the people in your section, these announcements on the notice board is the second most awaited thing in every term apart from the grades! Because it tells you who are the free riders who would be loaded on to your back and it would be your duty to take them to safety.

Ruchika becoming a part of our group had more to do with me and TJ than plain luck. That would be shared later. She was a huge value addition to my group, which consisted of Nano and Moti as well. Of course she bought us more backup in terms of assignments and projects should Moti & Nano flounder. But apart from that, she was in your face and focused. She would not hide her displeasure and spit venom at us if she found anything wrong. She made sure we all worked. The dream that I had seen with TJ of washing our hands of work once she becomes a part of our group had never materialized. We were made to work as hard. Her never say die attitude and strong will power rubbed off on us. It won’t be completely wrong to say that I was a little scared of Ruchika. She had a voice which had the decibel levels required to shatter the eardrums. I have seriously prayed a few times for her future offspring’s. They would have a tough time getting scolded a record number of times in a day.

Ruchika being among the toppers of the class was directly proportional to our grades improving substantially. This was because our assignments were distant cousins of her top grade assignments. We kept it at cousins because any attempt at being a sibling to her assignments would mean that the School of Management doctors called “professors” would operate on us and ensure that we never would be capable of becoming proud fathers of assignments ever again. I had been dressing up Ruchika’s children all this while by drastically changing their appearance. Even Kamal Hassan would have been proud of my camouflages. He might have done a record 10 different appearances in his latest movie, but I had lost count of how many times I had dressed up Ruchika’s assignments and come out with my “unique” version. Technically I could call myself father of the same because they carried some of my qualities. It would be unfair to accuse me of copying stuff because I was just following nature’s rule. I have always believed that assignments are like children. Two parties need to be involved to bring a new life into this world. Same was with assignments. In my case the child looked more like the mother but there would be some unmistakable traits of me which made my child completely different from its twin. Hence I used the term “distant cousin”. I had been religiously following the natural way and conceiving assignments at an unnatural rate until that fateful day. The day I went against nature.

Strategic management was one of the most dreaded subjects in the 4th trimester. It had more to do with the professor teaching the course. She was a strict disciplinarian and very hard taskmaster. Dr. Suparna Barjatya was a visiting faculty to the School of Management. She had taken a liking for the School of Management and would come back year after year. The seniors had warned us of the amount of hard work we would be required to put in to scrap through her course with a decent grade. True to her sketch made by seniors she bombarded us with assignments from the first day itself. We were required to put in a lot of hours preparing for her 1 contact hour. Not a single lecture went without assignments. All were graded. I had been following the natural way all this while. Till that day when I made an attempt at infidelity!

TJ was excited that day. “Balu bhai……see this…passes to the Management Institute annual fest……2 passes…you and me….and all the MI babes to look at!! Dress up for the party man! My friend Mali there has assured me he will introduce us to all girls from his batch. Stop lazing around you duffer. Get up!!” I was scowling in pain because TJ had kicked me hard. TJ was already rummaging through his wardrobe for his best combination. I looked at him in amazement. “You crackpot!! How can you even think of attending the bash. We have Suppu’s assignment on strategy to submit tomorrow. I have been getting messages that it is a tough one. People have been breaking their head over it yaar. You really think we should go?” TJ’s look was enough to convince me. I got dressed in a jiffy. Once at the Management Institute, I forgot all about the assignment. The girls were really pretty. There is something about parties. Girls look all the more enchanting. Being from the School of Management helped us get a head start. I did notice that TJ was with a new girl every time I glanced towards his side. He was hell bent on getting the maximum mileage out of this opportunity. We danced till the wee hours and had loads of fun. It was around 4 am when the music finally stopped and the students of MI started heading towards their hostels. We also got back to our hostel in half an hour.

I was feeling very tired after all the dance steps I had displayed to impress the girls. I collapsed into my bed. It was then that the realization dawned and I sat up with a start. Suppu’s assignment was hanging like a sword on my head. No wonder I had seen a lot of lights still on at the hostel. “This case should really be tough for them to be breaking their heads for so long.” I said to myself. TJ had started snoring. There was a lot of alcohol in his system to get him back to senses. I was about to pull him out of his slumber when I noticed the timetable kept on his desk. I was in a state of shock when the truth came crashing down on me. TJ had not opted for this course. It was not among the electives chosen by him. How could this vital piece of information slip from my mind? He obviously had refrained from enlightening me on this earlier because I would have refused him point blank then. I glanced at my watch. It was already 5 am. The class was scheduled at 9 am. The fatigue made it even worse. I tried reading the case but I was no Einstein to come up with an instant 2 minute noodle when other nerds had been cooking up a royal feast. The case was really tough. I could not make a head and tail out of it at the first glance. I opened my mailbox to find Ruchika’s assignment in it. This had become a sort of ritual. She would send me hers after completion which I would then read and mould it into my version. This case was so tough that even a completed assignment seemed Greek to me! I had suddenly turned infertile. I desperately wanted my child to take shape but the organ responsible for it wouldn’t budge. (P.S. Brain is the organ I am referring to here) I then did the most obvious thing to me…. “Cloning”. It was from the aftermath of the incident that I joined the group of scientists who oppose cloning citing it to be unnatural. I made a few cosmetic changes here and there to Ruchika’s assignment. I could not get the feeling of being a father how hard I tried with this child. It was simply a carbon copy of Ruchika’s assignment. My system did not have the strength to work on it again. I hoped that I would not be caught and went to sleep.

A week later the grades were put up. Ruchika had breezed past me in the corridor. Had I noticed a tear in her eyes? I rushed towards the notice board and my eyes stopped at roll no. 42. I had a big zero in front of my name. I had expected it. Somehow, I did not feel bad. There were quite a few who shared the honours with me. Luckily I did not have a “Meet” tag attached to my name. A “Meet” tag to your name was symbolic of the fact that Suppu had caught you cheating from a friend’s assignment and you had to fix an appointment with Suppu to give her an explanation. Surprisingly, Suppu spared the author of the original assignment and they would get away with only a zero to their name. I had got the punishment for what I deserved. “Oh Ruchika! What a friend she is…poor soul was crying for me. I will do well in the rest of the assignments and the final term paper to negate the effect of this zero. I will do well for your precious tears Ruchika.” I was halfway when a thought struck me. I walked towards the notice board again in a state of trance. My fingers were trembling when I moved all the way down to roll no. 38. My eyes popped out in horror.
Roll no. 38: Ruchika Agarwal (0/10) [Meet]

Kash!

"Sid! tm ne calll ki thi? main bahar thi.."
"Han jani ki thi.."
"Kaho! kuch zaroori tha.."
"Naheen kuch khas naheen kiun kia hoa?"
"Woo tum kabhi call naheen kartay na isiliye main dar gai ke pata naheen kia hogaya"
"Tumahin ik baat batani thi.."
Mera dil taiz taiz dharak raha tha.. pata naheen wo kia soochay gi wo kia kahay gi.. Pata naheen kia sooochay gi
"Han to bolo? na"
"wo.."
Naheen main nahin keh sakta.. ussay kaise bataon ga? batana bhi to zaroori hai. Hhhhhhhh kia karon?
"heeeeeelllllllllloooo tum pagal to naheen hogaye ho kia barbara rahay ho?"
"naheen kuch naheen wo main... "
"Sid!"
"han?"
"Kia hoa hai?"
"Naheen kuch naheen tum batao bahar kahan gayeen theen ? shopping pe..?" Main ussay bolnay ke liye ik bara waseee topic de chuka tha ab usnay bolna tha or qam az qam 30 min tak meray bolnmay ka koi chance naheen tha or yehi main chahta bhi tha..

1 Ghantay baad!

"Suno!"
"Han! ? boliye.."
"Ab sharafat se bata do kia hoa hai.." wo bhi apne naam ki ik he thi...
"Kia bataon?"
"Yehi ke tum kiun pareeshan ho?"
"Main or pareeshan naheen to, main to naheen hon" Main ne talaya..
"Sid! bakwas band kardo or shuru hojao 1..2...3"
"Ik to yar tum (hehehehehehe) tum mujhe aise kehti ho jaise main ne kisi race main hisa lena hai 1..2...3 Keh to raha hon kuch naheen hoa."
usne kuch bola he naheen mujhe pata tha wo naraz hogayi hai..
"Phone rakhtay hoay bataonga"
"Pakka?"
"Han pakka!"
"Qasam khao.."
"Aby yar tum ye itni be-itebari mat dekhaya karo... kaha hai to batadonga.."
"Acha chalo phir phone rakhtay hain.."
"Itni jaldi.."
"Han tabhi to tum jaldi batao ge k kia baat hai.."
Bohat chalak thi wo.. hai na? phir bhi meri ..
"acha chalo batata hon"
"Han.."
"Wo.. bata don"
"Han na.."
"I.."
"han I...?"
"I love You!"
Main ne phone rakh dia...

"Sid! uth jao bnetta 9:00 baj gaye hain jana naheen hai"

Main ussay naheen keh paya kuch bhi.. Shayed phir kabhi keh paon.. Kash main ussay bata paon.. ke main ... MAIN USSAY PYAR KARTA HON!

Kabhi kabhi aisa hota hai na..? what u say..

Re: My Last Letter For You!

Dearest I.
myy my are you mad? wen i mailed me i was taking tea ( i checked the tym even) listen this tym u did sumfin rong i am going to slap u and i reely mean it u got it? and i am in no more jokng mood neither i am chilling i was after tea busy in scheduled meeting or else i wud ve called u at ur home i knw i knw u switched off ur cell ( dare u smile!) i hate wen u do such things life ios not wat u think ... olright i know you are realistic but still gals are not tht realistic...
I love you!
Take care and for heavensake dont do nythng rong till i get bak!


& yes ilove the pink colour... :P


XX,.

The final Goodbye!! !!

He:Hey Hie.Where were you since so many days?

She:Are you talking to me?

He:Of course.Why're you saying so?

She:No,I thought you have better things to do now.

He:Yes,but talking to you is one of them.

She:Please stop your tall stories.I've heard enough of it already.

He:Hey,why are you so rude?

She:I'm rude!!!!!!!I think you should ask this to yourself "Why am I so indifferent?"

He:Me & indifferent?I asked you where were you and you are showing me such attitude?

She:Oh before 15 months,I was the best girl you had seen and suddenly today,I've become the attitude girl?Just introspect yourself before telling me anything.Think what you had said before some months.

He:What do you mean?

She:Please don't try to be so innocent.I'm trying hard to be polite.Don't force me to say something which will hurt you and later bite my conscience.

He:No,just let me know why you're behaving in such a manner.

She:Just forget it.You know it very well what I'm talking about.Bye.


[Signs out.]

The next day......

He:Hey,Listen.Atleast tell me where did I go wrong?

She:Do you want "me" to tell you?Can't you realize it yourself?Atleast take some trouble to go back and...

He:I don't think I have done anything wrong.

She:Oh !!Fine then.I'm wrong.I was wrong that I considered you a friend.I was wrong that I thought we were those fairytale friends forever.I was wrong that I trusted you more than myself and I respected you soooooooo much.I was wrong that I believed everything you said.I even believed you when you said we make a perfect pair.I considered your presence in my life everything I wanted.You mattered the most to me.I was wrong when I took you as a friend.I had nothing of that sort in my mind,but you compelled me to believe that I had.Even though you couldn't commit,I thought you'll,someday....But all your words were a farce and a part of your false promises,those dreams which you could never change into reality and your two-faced pesonality.Actually not a two-faced,multi-faced personality.You wanted to fit into the impression of "My kind of a guy" ,so you pretended to be a good,decent and sweet person.The kind of person,I had always wanted.But now,I'm over it.I'm grateful to you that in the beginning you taught me how to live with a broken heart,without the person you truly love the most and later you taught me not to trust anyone blindly and the most important thing you taught me was never to let a stranger change your life,the way you had changed mine.......Because of you,I cannot believe anyone at the first go,and even friends made fun of my feelings.You did not even bother to look back once and ask if I was fine.Anyways,I don't care and I'm glad I don't exist for you any longer and neither do you exist for me.

He:I'm sorry.I never really meant to do all this that you just said.But if you've really felt so,I promise you today that from now on I'll never try to talk to you.I'm sorry I made you my friend and I apologize for everything you think I've done.I really like you a lot and you are still the most genuine person I've come across.I'll always regret having lost you.Thanks for everything and sorry for everything.Bye.Take care.I'm sorry I couldn't love you the way you wanted me to....!!


She signs out.Finally at peace with her emotions which were fighting inside her since so long,the turbulence of thoughts is finally calm....She ended it the way it should have,long back and she knows it should not have started,in the first place.

My Last Letter For You!

Dearest (i dont want to write the name)!
I am a mentally unstable person i deny every single belief when I lose my faiths, beleives and relations.. Zindagi guzarnay ke apnay dhang or tareeqay hain meray mujhe dost ki kami hameesha se rahi hai shyed isliye ke main achi dost naheen hon par aj se i am in no more search of friendship i am quiting-off this task i am quiting off every task i was involved-in I am leacing internet my cellphone and every other possible way of commmunication with you i know you wont be reading this even!. kiun ke in sab se sirf mai effect ho raheen hon i am leaving you with whom with rest of your "FRIENDS" as you have many but i am again alone! I leave you on this note i loved you but... its not your mistake the mistake is again mine but ...... i know i am a person with loads and loads of "if's" and "but's"
Your's
I.

First Salary - Final Journey..!!

The building contractor counted out- “8..9..10” and pushed the money into Charan’s hands. Charan bowed to him with exceeding happiness and utmost pleasure for having just received his first ever salary. His eyes caught the bruise on his left hand, which chanced sometime while lifting bricks all day. But for now no pain was a pain that would engulf his happiness. The clock struck 6 and the sun sank down the west which all meant that it was time to head back to his small home. He washed, tidied himself, hung his lunch carrier onto his shoulder and began walking home. He felt it heavier than usual on his shoulders and that’s when it struck to him that he had not had his lunch this afternoon. He never enjoyed his grandmother’s scolding for bringing back the lunch box untouched. He spotted a small, empty parkland to his right hand side and entered it & found himself a bench to have his sunset lunch. He spread a cloth across the dusty bench, placed the lunch box on it and began eating. As he ate, he wondered what all he could do with his first earning. The first thing, he thought would be to tell grandmother that she need not work anymore. Then he thought he should save some money and buy a bicycle for himself. Meanwhile, he noticed a middle aged person with a stolid look on his face arrive and sit on the bench situated opposite to him. The weather was cold and the man was well covered with a woolen sweater and a muffler. It struck to him that he should also buy a sweater for his grandmother. He felt elated.


The old lady Lakshmi just arrived at her small home. She was tired of cleaning houses and washing vessels the whole day. She looked out for her grandson Charan if he had come back from work, but he hadn’t. She thought she should save some money and buy him a bicycle. She spread out a floor mat, and sat on it exhausted. Her weak body couldn’t handle this stress as it used to all these days, she thought. She almost fell asleep but then she got up and headed into the kitchen recollecting that Charan would return home hungry any time now.


Charan continued eating, with his mind wandering all over the place. He hardly realized that he had eaten everything and the box was empty now. That’s when he closed the box, wiped his mouth and hands, neatly folded the cloth, hanged the carrier back onto his shoulder and stood up to leave. He got shocked when he saw the man who was sitting opposite to him, fallen down unconsciously. He hurried towards him, shook him, sprinkled some water from his bottle on him, but the man dint respond. He checked for breath and he was relieved learning that the man was breathing. He looked out if anyone were around, but no one. He ran to the gate to see if he could find anyone on the road but to his bad luck, again no one. The sun had departed and the road was pitch dark without the street-lights. He scanned through the left and right sides of the street. His eyes discovered a ‘Nursing-Home’ at the right end of the street. He ran back to the man and contemplated how he could carry the man to the nursing home. He could see no other option but to carry him on his shoulders. After being accustomed to carrying loads of cement bags at his work, he had it in him to carry the man over his shoulders. Doing so, he hurried along the dark street towards the nursing home.



Lakshmi had prepared a dish with whatever little she had at home. She transferred it into two plates, covered them and kept it aside waiting for Charan to arrive. She went upto the main door and sat at the entrance gazing at the sky feeling helpless about her impecunious state of living. Her home was situated in such an isolated place that mosquitoes and stray dogs were their only neighbours. A cold breeze blew and she wrapped herself tightly with her hands. She thought she should buy a woolen sweater for her grandson who would have to travel daily in this cold weather. She looked into the night sky and got immersed into thoughts.


The stretcher was brought and Charan transferred the man onto it and they rushed him inside the nursing home. Charan found a seat for himself and sat there worried. The hospital staff informed the man’s family, through the cell phone they had found in his pocket. Charan wanted to leave, but decided to wait until he heard from the doctor. Meanwhile, the man’s family arrived with worried looks on their faces. And then, the doctor came out of the room and informed the family members that he was out of danger. Charan felt relieved and then felt ambivalent if he should talk to the family members or just walk off. For a fact, he was never avaricious. Since the family members were in a state of shock, Charan decided to leave. He walked hurriedly towards home as his grandmother would be worried of his late coming.


Lakshmi still sat at the door now feeling a bit tensed about Charan not yet arriving home. A small pain in her chest began but it went unnoticed, as she was worrying about her grandson. But the pain loomed larger. She felt a prick in her heart. Her breathing became harder, faster and shorter. She felt her heart contracting. With one hand on her chest she tried to stand up to fetch some water for herself. As she stood, she felt an intense pull from her heart and felt air being almost pumped out of her and within no time she collapsed and fell. She reposed with her head resting on the door frame and the rest of the body extending outside of her home.



Charan, who was walking briskly, now as he came closer to the house began sprinting excitedly. He wanted to say to her that he had saved a life today. His running stopped abruptly at the entrance of his home. His grandmother was lying there. He moved forward silently, fell to his knees, checked her breath but there was nothing. He looked around but he could find no one. He looked at the sky, he looked left and right, he fluttered to and fro around her with his legs trembling and he called out his grandmother hoping he could get a reply. He felt numb. He walked to the door, sat next to her, lifted and rested her head on his lap and sat staring at her face. His tears dripped onto her forehead, he wiped it and said as if he was talking to her- “ I saved a life today… but ……” tears hurried through his cheeks.


Charan spent his first salary for his grandmother’s final journey.


( Tried something different from my usual. Let me know.)

In my hands

In my hands,
I hold a butterfly
a beautiful creature
whom I’d captur’d

Her wings spread
to escape she tried
but my hands wound
tightly around

Seconds, minutes, hours
still in there
now with feeble efforts
she tries escape

My hands control
her very life;
fate of God’s creation
in my hands.

I open my hands
and out flies
not a butterfly
but golden specks.

I also write at Poshin's World.

Wait

Wait a little bit more.
I promise I will soon change.
Soon my feelings will die,

and my words will mean nothing anymore.
My breaths will be too slow.
My thoughts will be engulfed in insensitivity.
And then I will cut myself,
but blood won't come out anymore.
The wounds will remain unhealed.
Wait for that time,
when my feelings will have passed away.
Your hurting words won’t echo anymore,
when I will be lifeless,
and nothing will affect me.
Have pity on me,
and please let me die.
Then you can burn me, sear me,
choke me or bruise me,
mar me, kill me.
I promise I won’t utter a word.
No tear will fall from my stagnant eyes.
You just wait for some time.

..

" tum kahan thay"
"kiun? kia hoa?"
" batao na kahan thay..?"
"yar shadi main tha.. hoa kia ?"
" suno! hoa kia?"
" kuch naheen!"
"cell kiun off tha?"
" battery down hogi.."
" hogi matlab? dono cells ki battery down thi?"
" problem kia hoi ye batao? "
" kuch naheen"

ting ting ting

" kia hai?"
"phone kiun rakha?"
" marzi meri!"
"baat naheen karni?"
" naheen karni!"
" pakka?"
" han naheen karni"
" theek hai mujhe bhi nahin karni"
" han han theek hai.."
" bilkul mujhe bhi naheen karni main phone rakh raha hun"
" bye"
" han bye"
" suno!"
"bolo"
"mat rakho na.."
"hehehehe kya yar tum bhi na..."

hameesha yehi hota tha ... wo akarti phir..... phir man jati..

Lets swing

Today I saw a little girl. She was happy and playing with her daddy. She saw me and waved me an enthusiastic Hi.. She came running upto me and hugged me and asked me if I would play with her. I said if she wanted to go on the swing. She and I swung. I was a little girl again. I giggled like I did when I didn't care. Like when it didnt matter. Like when my heart was one.

Soon, her daddy called her. She stopped at once and went running into his arms. As she ran, she looked back and said , " Bye. Please come tomorrow too. Its no fun swinging alone." I looked at her and promised her I would try to come. And silently added, " Little girl, dont fall in love. Let your heart never break. Let that smile never leave your face.May you never swing alone."

Her step to the sweetest crime....!!

Don't know if this post will be worth a read but just felt like posting it here...

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She was watching Rab ne bana di jodi with her parents....
Throughout the movie there was just one person in her mind....
It was him....
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She wants to sing the song for him :-

"Tujh me rab dikhta hai......Sajde sar jhukta hai"....

She wants to tell him every bit of emotion she had experienced throughout the movie.She wishes to watch the movie with him,hold his hand,hug him tight and declare to the world how much she loves him......

She's the girl who wants to tell him "I love you".
She's the girl who wants to tell her friends "I love him"
She's the girl who can't wait to tell the world that she's in love....in love with "SOMEONE"....

Someone who's so amazing
Someone who's so caring
Someone who's so loving
Someone who can show her heaven on earth
Someone who's everything for her
Someone who means the world to her


.........But she's just another good friend for him...
There's where the story ends but the girl has imagined a different story...

She's finally in love... For the first time in her life she's felt so wonderful.

The girl oblivious of the bitter reality has finally started dreaming,making lovely fairy tales for her life and living those sleepless nights she had only heard of from movies,read in the cheesy love quotes she had collected and those english love songs by Bryan Adams....Finally she had learnt the meaning of all those lyrics 'cause they were the words she wanted to say,the words which she might never say...And most important she had also learnt the meaning of INSOMNIA...

:)

Those evanescent days!!

Winter is here and I have a tendency of listening to Evanescence in winters. Its their music which fits completely in the chilly winds, foggy dawns and cold fists. When you wake up early morning in North India, you crib getting out of your bed. Why?? Its getting cold and colder each day. You can go to school without a scold from your parents only if you haven't slept for the whole night. What happens when you're at your depressed best and you don't know what you're feeling like?? I was sitting on the rear seat and on my way back home at a strange 5:30 AM. The night before the dawn was very weird.

Indeed it was. I had been sitting in the ICU ward for so many hours observing the glucose drip from the needle to the bottle. I had been weeping endlessly. Its that fear of losing the one who gave you birth. But the doctor told me to go back as I needed rest more than the patient. I called the driver. I didn't want to drive in that mental traumatic condition and put my car in a fatal situation. The fifteen minute drive was full of mixed emotions. The driver tried to talk about me but I was in my own world, praying constantly. I reached my house..not my home...unlocked the gate...unlocked the doors and went inside. I had to take a hot shower to take all the dirt of depression off my shoulders. It was a few minutes past 6 already and as I went down to the kitchen to get some black coffee (coz I didn't want to sleep) I opened all the windows. The sunrise has always fascinated me and I felt the sun rise while I was in the kitchen. Coffee was ready, so was the wind. It came pretty quickly as if announcing sun's arrival. It was still dark though, but the darkness was getting slaughtered. Darkness had always been my personal favorite but I don't know why, that dawn, I enjoyed it being killed. I went back upstairs...put my iPod on the dock and played the *Evanescence* playlist. I went to the balcony to see the sunrise..rather feel the sunlight percolate down me. Sitting on the wall, sipping my coffee, listening to *..How can you see into my eyes like open doors...*, made me feel so much more calm and stable. The whole atmosphere seemed to have enjoying the words and ironically, I enjoyed too. See, I told you that Evanescence is music for winters. Light started peeping from the windows, birds started chirruping, and there I saw a huge orange ball, all set to spread its wings. Sun rose and so did my hopes. New hopes conquered me. My spirits were flying. I smiled for the first time in two weeks and I really smiled from the heart. I was lifted up. Songs were changing and in the middle of all that peace, the phone rang. I picked it up. It was the doctor: "She's fine. You can come and see her. She's gained her senses." Those three sentences seemed like God's own words to me. I thanked Him a dozen times and all those who prayed along with me. Before leaving, I listened to the same song once again.

I saw her but she was still sleeping. Doctor told me that she had gained consciousness for a few minutes but then reverted back to being numb. But he assured me that she'd be all right by evening. Those four days of my life were like putting me on the nail bed. They were like I was being pushed from the eleventh floor and asked each time, "Are you okay?" All this while, it was just me and my solitude trying to reach for the end. The ones who had once promised to be there with me were seen running away faster than light.

Those four days were like darts on my chest, and my hands were tied. But that one sunrise brought a ray of hopes. After all, there's a morning after each night. And this time I hated nights. Spending sleepless nights has become a routine. And whenever I sleep, I cry myself to it. But I'm stronger now. Much more strong than I thought I would ever be!!

Do people

Do people really change?

or is it just an excuse,

to get away from things,

and people of no use??

do people really forget?

or is it a gatherd act,

to escape your mistakes

and decide not to react??

just few lines on my current thoughts ... Was wondering about friends lost and hurt ... for mistakes of their own or smtimes mine ... :(

but then getting back is never so easy !!

Hurt never,smile ever...

Ok the contest is over and the Lounge is back to normal once again.So lets retrun back to normalcy.

There was a boy called 'Joy' in Eastern London .Although he was named Joy,but his personality was totally different.One could not relate him to joy,just because his name was Joy.Joy always had this unique tendency to hurt every one.He did not even spare his dear and closed ones.He used to hurt every one .He seldom spoke and smiled. His teachers used to appreciate about his inherent talents in almost every fields like paintings,singing,writing etc,but it would be annoying for them to see the same frown every time on his face.Joy was helpless for the same reason.He tried changing this unusual habit of his.He started working towards this.His girlfriend called "Smile" left him for the same reason.He always used to curse her in every thing that she did.It was strange that Smile always wished to live with Joy.She could not think of a life without Joy.Joy and Smile were made for each other.They were unseparable .But ,this hurt factor changed their life.An unexpected controversy broke their friendship.Now ,Joy and Smile never spoke nor they met just because of this thing called hurt.Joy wanted to change this habit of his and wanted to live a happy life with Smile. A Smile is what he expected.
Later on he learnt that one should

Hurt never and smile ever.

Now ,Smile is back with Joy.Thus with this post of mine , I want to emphasize on the fact that we unfortunately hurt people by saying few words that may make some one feel bad or may be with our behavior.We often fail to accept this fact that its not we who get hurt when some one speaks against us.Even we do the same to others.Lets change this behavior and let make this place a beautiful place to live.

5 more days for new year ,what is your new year resolutions?

Well I make new year resolutions every year,but I fail to keep it up.
I took an oath to read bible every day on 1st January 2008,but I could not do it due to certain things.
I promised to never hurt any one,but I do hurt people now and then.
I wanted to help others, and yes I am helping poor kids.

This year my new year resolutions are the same.
This is probably my last post for this year .Oh!! yes I have one more post to be scheduled on 31st December at 11: 55 pm. It is some thing about some one special.I loved her since childhood and I am going to reveal her identity on 31st December 2008 at 11:55pm.Do read that.

Meet you on a brand new year 2009.In 2009, I will be completing my Engineering ,getting into job etc.Hope 2009 would be good for every one .

Just write in your new year resolutions in the comment section.

Till then Happy new year and happy Writing.

Waiting in the rain...

It was raining...

She waited.... at the altar, for him to come...

He waited.... at the border, for the enemy to strike...

PS: The contest may be over... but the inspiration lingers still!! Don't know if this qualifies as a haiku... Will be glad if it does!! Anyway, I was watching a movie when this thought came into my mind... must salute our armed forces for their sacrifices!!

Member of month - December 2008 Ste.

Its the last month of the year and its raining on our blog in this unusual period of time.Although it would stop raining by 25th December and the lounge will be back to work and normal posting will commence .I would like to thank every one who has supported this contest no matter it be the administrators,members etc.This lounge is for every one and do remember that without your supports we wouldn't be here.We started with 3 and today we are 80 which indicates that we are the largest group blog in the blogworld.

Let me announce the member of the month for december and its .
Stephen

Here are the result details.

1. Stephen 20 (33%)
2. Arjun 10 (16%)
3. Sandeep 9 (15%)

The votings for the member of month - January 2009 will start from 7th January 2009
Tan,Prats,Rashi,Asbah,Priyanka,Mona,Lover,Jack,Arjun,Leo are the active members who are considered for the MoM - January 2009.

Member of Month of the Writers Lounge from August 2008

August 2008 - Sandeep
September 2008 - Sandeep
October 2008 - Sandeep
November 2008 - Priyanka
December 2008 - Stephen.

We would love to hear from you.Keep this place beautiful

Regards ,
The Writers Lounge team.


PS:Contest results will be declared by 10th January 2009, and lounge will remain open from 25th December 2008 .

BLOOD AND RAIN

The trouble with incessant rain is that it fogs up your vision. With an effective suppressor and a fantastic grip, the Bennington 460e was the best sniper rifle in the black market. Even so, technology had to bow down to the erratic temperament of Mother Nature as I struggled to get a clear shot.

A hundred yard shot was a piece of cake. The roof of the Parson’s hotel gave a much better view of the building across the road. All I needed was one clear vision of the General. The General was due anytime now. But I had to get the vision clear, right on the crosshair. I did not care who wanted him dead and why. All that mattered to me was the cash that would be deposited to my Swiss account as soon as I put a .22 slug through the grey matter of some nondescript being.

The rain had no intention of stopping and I lay silently in the dark recess of the roof of Parson’s Hotel waiting for my prey. The cold winds added to my woes and I only hoped that I would have time before the guy opened his umbrella as soon as he got out of his vehicle.

A dark blue sedan pulled in on the curb. That was the car as per the information provided. I steadied my grip on the rifle and took in all I could see through the visor. Time slowed down as I readied myself. The door opened and a guard stepped out. He glanced around for a second or two and beckoned the General out. The ever conspiring rain now increased its intensity.

Finally the balding head of a corpulent middle aged man showed up on my visor. I didn’t inhale, couldn’t afford that movement. And as the rain hit me with a savage force, there was a clap of thunder. I didn’t know whether the gunshot corresponded with the sound of nature’s fury, for I was blinded at that moment. All I could see was red rain pouring through my eyes. The skies seemed even darker and I slumped onto my back. A man in a sinister trench coat had a gun pointed at me and it’s barrel billowed with fine misty smoke. Somewhere through his dark countenance, a badge reflected the moonlight onto my blinded eyes.

Word count: 392
Image: self made on Corel Photoshop

The Red Sky

I peeped inside the umbrella shop to make sure if it was still there. There it was. My gaze was fixated on the red umbrella spread out at the right corner of the shop. It was broken by the sudden drizzle. I could feel the rain droplets kissing me. I pulled myself away from the shop with much difficulty and started walking towards the backyard of the Mosque which I called home. My Ammi swept the mosque grounds and managed a meager sum everyday in the form of alms from the generous souls. It was hardly enough to cover ourselves. Two square meals a day was a luxury. I cursed my stars for this pathetic existence. The grey clouds were transforming into a dark shade of black. I had barely anything to cover my body and to think I had been salivating at the thought of owning that red umbrella!

It was then I noticed that crumpled piece of note falling out of his pocket. I pounced on it and ran in the opposite direction. I could not believe my luck when I checked my catch. A 500 rupee note! I walked straight into the umbrella shop like a person possessed. It cost me my entire loot.

I spread out my red umbrella and walked out into the street. The sky was no longer blue under it. I could feel myself soak in the color of the sun. I reached home and screamed with joy. The red umbrella was such a misfit in this little hutment. I called for Ammi. I saw the rice soup she had prepared for me kept in a corner, untouched. I felt a twitch in my stomach. Here was Ammi who saved every penny to feed me. And here I was who had succumbed to his temptations. I wanted to hug her for loving me so unselfishly. I walked out of the hut only to find her lying still in a pool of water. I shook her. I felt her pulse, her heartbeat. Everything was eerily silent. She was dead. I collapsed besides her. She had been starving to feed me. My tears went unnoticed in the rain.

I placed my red umbrella besides Ammi while laying her to rest. It was the least expensive gift I could give her in return for the most supreme one she had bestowed me with-the gift of life.

Word count: 400 words

(*image copyright: Soze/flickr)

(The rain gods were a lil difficult to please...he he...it took a while...am extremely sorry for the delay...was stuck up with work and was hard pressed for time...was not sure if would be able to pen one down...wanted to...desperately...given the fact that this contest has had great participation from all...how could i miss out on the party...stretched myself today...and the rains from kerala have lashed the lounge...cheers! will be back to comment on all stories that i missed...you all make the lounge rock friends...a big five for all of you here! Rock on!)

The rain and him

“Can I be there with you for the evening?”, he asked.

“You can do anything you want.”, she replied.

“All right. May I be there with you?”, he asked again.

This time she looked at him, as if trying to read his face, his eyes and his soul thoroughly.

“Some thing is wrong with you is it?”, she quizzed as if cracking a joke.

“Yes. Something is wrong. And I can’t go unless the half good and half bad thing is ok”, he replied in a sober tone.

He sounded hopeful, and that gave her strength. She wanted to feel it strongly now, that it was her, and he would tell it to her pretty soon.

So she paused for a while and said, “ You can wait. But you need to give me some good reason for it.”

He stood up immediately and screamed, “A good reason for your best friend??”.

She giggled and said, “Well, why not!”.

“I’ll tell you this time… the reason..”, he said.

Her heart skipped a beat. She almost could see him telling that to her now.

He continued, “The reason… the reason is love..! yes love!!”.

She could not stop smiling, and dreaming. Her world seemed to have stopped for the good this time.

“Finally…”, said she, smiling and blushing.

“Yes, finally I had the guts to ask her out. God! She was just more than willing and that gave me such a high! And now, if I move out in the rain, I’ll spoil the flowers I bought for her, also the dress. So yes, I am here .Thank God you exist! Else my first gift for her would have been all messed up”, he said all this in a hurry, moving towards the window.

“Oh , the rain’s stopped.”, he smiled again kissed her on her cheek, “See you later. Love you. Pray for me. Ok?”, and he rushed out.

She watched him run down the pavement, through her window, towards the same place where once he and she had a “mock date”.

She smiled, looked towards the sky and said, “I wish it didn’t rain. But keep him happy always.”

Closed the window, and vanished somewhere inside her house.

The Rain and Me

The sea, so calm, sat next to me,

The scarlet sky, my ceiling,

I sat, with my thoughts, beneath the palms,

As slowly, the night was unveiling.

Fishermen’s boats, out afar,

Approaching me, like a friend,

The monsoon clouds, threaten,

To bring my thoughts, to an end

Distant thunder, echoing loud,

A flash of lightning, lights the sky,

Only a moment, before the rain pours down,

In the rain, my heart does fly

Walking in the drizzle, I hum,

A bird, voices its songs with me,

In these serene backwaters,

That is like home to me

When I was young, I had danced,

In this rain, untamed and wild,

Now I hold only memories,

Moments like these, I wish I was I child

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Mid Summer Deluge

A smile beamed across his face as he surveyed the dark sky; he whispered to his fellow third graders, “It’s going to rain”. Even before they could react, he picked up his battered notebooks from the ground and climbed over the school’s mud fence. He felt a sudden cold breeze on his face; the rain was coming and he had to reach home before it did.

He pulled out a few marbles from his faded navy blue trouser pocket and made sure the big one with the yellow streak was there. Holding his books close to his chest and clutching his trouser pocket containing the marbles, he jumped off the mud fence and dashed towards the rice field. Balancing himself with one hand, he crossed the field over a narrow path while the rice plants danced to the tune of the strong breeze. By the time he reached the banyan tree just outside the rice field, a heavy wind had started to blow away leaves and the tree rained down ripe fruits like heavy pellets.

He reached a long dusty road and saw his house on the other end. His small feet kicked up dust as he raced towards the house. He heard the rain, like a swarm of bees, getting closer and felt the air getting heavier with moisture. He turned back to see the dusty road changing color to dark brown as the rain splashed on it, racing towards him. He ran as fast as he could while the trees on either side swayed violently, as if cheering him

He leapt over the steps leading to his house followed by the thundering sound of the rain hitting the clay tiled roof. He fell on his knees trying to catch his breath, the sweet smell of earth filled his lungs and he felt it flow throughout his body.

Twenty years have passed since that mid-summer deluge, but the sight of the rain chasing him down the dusty road, the sound of it pelting on the roof and the sweet smell of earth it brought will remain locked in his heart forever.

That's 355 ml of rain. Not the heaviest seen in this blog so far, but its a mid summer deluge; a special one :)