SWARON OS : RAIN

The worst thing about holidays is the silence... And that's why I hate them... I miss everything ... starting from the known voices to the very irritating ruffle of papers... but this silence is something which I hate... It reminds me of my lost memories... The memories which were supposed to fade away with time , memories which are never like the moments actually were ... It makes me remember the lost me , the me , whom I have left behind in the mystery of time ...

Rain... nothing is good about it ... Carrying a yellow umbrella over the head snapping the heels over mud and putting myself in a mess is all about rain for me... The sound of the rain against the window pane never sounds like a music to me... The smell of the wet ground never hits my nerve...

"you are one weird girl you know that? Everything is so good about rains..." A voice greeted me as if reading my soul bared...

I looked back to find the most soothing eyes I have ever found in my life... They had a different sparkle... the sparkle which the streams of mountains have when the morning rays hit it for the first time...

"you are wrong... nothing is good about them... water above and water below... it is irritating..." I made a face and he chuckled...

"but it's the love of the sky for earth... They never meet each other but sends their love for each other..." he smiled at me with hypnotic eyes...

"are you a romantic?" I asked looking deep into his soul...

"not at all..." he put his hands up in the air to prove his points making me smile at the child in him...

"If you think sunshine is happiness then you have not danced your heart out in the pouring rain... Don't just get wet.. feel each drop of rain..." He looked so enchanting...

"sharon... Sharon... what are you doing???? Look at you... you are dead wet... close the window fast..." I was taken out of the reverie by my sister's voice...

I looked down to see myself soaked with the splashing drops... I clumsily closed the window and faked a smile at her...

"are you thinking about him again???" she asked with concern...

"who??" I asked back pretending to be brave somehow...

"never mind... I am making coffee for myself... You need some???" I nodded mechanically... she left for the kitchen while I looked outside at the falling raindrops outside the glass pane...

He is still like a fresh summer monsoon for me... Over the time I realized what I saw in his eyes back then was a recognition... Recognition of a true soul mate...

Over the time I realized that it's not a connection of one lifetime... we have been connected in all the hundred thousand births before this... like true soul mates...because with him I not only felt that he is my unique compliment but he somehow provided me with an impetus to become whole myself... May be in all those births we never ended together... we just recognized each other ... So I am not scared ...I will still travel time and depths of heavenly dimensions to recognize him as my soul mate in all the hundred thousand births yet to come...

PS : this is for the person who inspired me to start writing...