Drizzles of Hesitation
It's another dark day. It was a sunny morning but looks like somebody suddenly stole the humour from the sky. It had seemed like a great day to go out without an umbrella, I thought, waiting under this sun-shed in front of a departmental store. This is why you should always listen to moms. The thundering is making the dark city glow with heavenly lights for split seconds. The cool temperature and vapours of heaven are giving the air a moist grace. The flooded roads reflect the buildings. I look at the clouds meshing into each other like a moving canvas, something I could enjoy looking at for much longer.
Drowned in the middle of a serious hesitation, I'm thinking if I want to wet my oxford shoes or not. It's not a problem if I do but I'll have to borrow my dad's shoes next morning, not a welcoming prospect. A car suddenly drives over a puddle, carelessly splashing mud over my pants. Now I have muddy pants. Ugh! If only I could catch that driver! This was the first bad thing about a beautiful day. On the bright side, I decided against my hesitations to walk home.
Refreshing droplets of heaven fall on my skin as if I was cursed to become ashes for ages and the drizzles are regenerating life in me. But it was only during the first second that I could feel the drops. All I can feel now is gallons of water falling on me. But the amazing thing is this that the rain seems to be as cold as my soul as it mixes itself with my existence. When I decide to look up, I see that there's no open stretch of sky to look at. It's either a huge building or the electric wires that are always there.
Meanwhile, I have reached the gates. Home sweet home! The only time this feeling is going to get sour is when I'm going to have to show these muddy pants and shoes upstairs. But it doesn't bother me right now. My silent footsteps take me to the rooftop. Finally, I can see the clear and uninterrupted dark sky. Leaning backwards against the railing, I feel that I've found some part of me that was lost for a very long time. The tone of raindrops has muted all other sounds. It seems that the rain is eternal and I'm a part of her eternity. I realised that I've already Maybe she's accepted my address.
But I think the rain is slowly going away from me. Maybe she's found another lover. The melody has almost died out, making me come back to my senses. In the middle of another hesitation, I can't decide if I'm going to watch a movie today. Though it's the best way to pass a rainy day, I'm going to continue residing in the realm of unexpected beautiful feelings. Suddenly I can feel a certain temptation in my body originating from my thighs. Oh! I forgot that I had my phone in my pocket. All wet and drenched, I wonder if it still works. It's old anyway. I guess it's time for some rough words from my mother. My noisy footsteps take me down towards the door. "Ma, I am home."
The writer is a class 11 student at Military Collegiate School Khulna.
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