I always enjoyed rains but today I really did not feel enthusiastic about the sudden burst of untimely showers. I was on my way to the army staff canteen a few meters away and was dressed in casuals. I rushed to nearby huge peepal tree to save myself from getting embarrassed as the water seeped through my tee and I knew if I was there for some more time, I will leave nothing for imagination to the onlookers. As I turned around the corner to save myself from the gusts of wind that seemed to be intent on drenching me head to toe, I saw HIM trying to dodge the droplets. As our eyes met, we could feel the longing, the pain still raw and bleeding. His eyes spoke volumes and probably mine too as the pangs of separation hit us. I looked away as he inched closer to me probably trying to keep me warm as I rubbed my palms on my naked arms.
Suddenly there was a very loud thunder and on instinct I hid in his chest. It seemed like after a long nomadic journey I had finally found home in his arms and his warm chest. I soaked in the musky woody smell and tried to memorize every inch of his skin as he wrapped his arms around drawing me close. He softly whispered, “Sumo you still are afraid of loud thunder, your stint in the armed forces does not seem to have changed that”. Realization hit me that I was in HIS arms and I stepped back and investigated his black orbs which showed hurt at my movement. I turned my back to him and closed my eyes as his breath fanned my shoulders. I felt his lips graze my shoulders and heard him say “Fight as much you can Sumo you cannot deny that you still love me and only me”. I then felt him wrapping his jacket around my shoulders. I opened my eyes to see the sun peeping back amongst the clouds as I saw Shravan break into a jog. I now noticed a beautiful rainbow spreading across the sky and I realized Shravan was right and its time to fill our lives with colours of love and push the grudge and egos to distant oblivion. I think I am in love with the rains in January.
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