Dream

Dream. It's dusk. No one around but her. How perfect. She's walking up a flyover, though pedestrians are not allowed up flyovers. It's Her dream, she can do whatever she wants. She reaches the highest point of the flyover and stops. She stands at the edge of the side railing and looks down. High enough. No, she's not thinking of jumping and ending her life. She puts her right hand inside her shorts' right pocket and pulls out her mobile phone. She smirks. She stretches her right hand forward and drops her phone. She watches it. Contact with the ground. Debris. It's dark. She pulls out her earphones from her left pocket and plugs them into her ears and smiles. Pearl Jam's You Are.

She walks down the flyover, cars have appeared out of nowhere. Bikes too. A bike slows down next to her. The guy riding it is wearing a grey coloured helmet with a tinted visor, for obvious reasons. You're not allowed to see his face. She smiles at him and says, "Done." They zoom past the adjacent vehicles and get lost in the traffic ahead.

She wakes up and finds him next to her. He's sleeping. She looks beside his pillow. Her phone. Time is 3:33 A.M. She leans over to him and gives him a kiss on his forehead. He shifts a little. Her head on his chest and his arm around her. She falls back asleep.

Birthday

It is eight minutes past midnight. The 6th of December. Her birthday. Three of her friends call her up and wish her. One sings to her, another plays a song. Few send text messages to her phone. She's sleepy. Bed. Inviting. Her parents had wished her good night at 23:23 and gone to bed. Nothing will happen, she sighs. She lies on her bed and the room goes dark.`

She feels a nudge. Her eyes are closed. She opens them slowly and feels the sudden rush of electric impulses from her cornea to her brain. Well, not really. You can't feel that, can you? She squints and looks around. People in her room. More than four people. She counts again. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Her eyes hurt. Voices. Is she dreaming?

"She's going back to sleep?!?"
"Oye, enough acting, wake up."
"Happy birthday!"

She opens her eyes. Smiles. Not a dream. Birthday surprise. Happy. Her friends in her room. Birthday caps. Balloons. She smells food. Time? She asks aloud. 2:06 AM.

Someone whispers, "Now, now."

And a cake is smeared on her face.

Happy birthday to her.

Rain, again.

There is something about rain that's indescribable. It makes me feel something new everytime it makes me feel anything. Sometimes I hate rain. But when I love it, I Love it.

Huge drops on the car, the loud sound of rain lashing against the windows. Get out of the car and half of you is wet in seconds. Wet grass after rain. Wet jasmine creeper after rain. Shake it a little. Take a walk when it's drizzling. Smile at the people standing under the parapet of shops. If you find a wet dog on your way to wherever you're going, pat it. You won't catch anything from him, don't worry. He just had a bath. Walk slowly. Be aware of every step. Things smell different after a spell of rain.

If you wish you had company, find someone.

If you don't find/have anyone, stop wishing you had company.

Random

Dark clouds. Gloomy weather. Rain. Big droplets on the ground. The guy on the bike stops under the tree in front of my house but it doesn't help. He places his hands above his head. Like that helps. Aunty is walking with umbrella. Pink umbrella with yellow dots. Doesn't get louder than that. Stray dog runs for cover too. The cow in the empty plot is just the way she was before it started pouring. She doesn't feel cold?

Bike uncle is drenched head to toe. Toe is covered with wet off-white socks. I can see they're torn. Bike is Yamaha RXZ. Red colour. It looks clean now. But bike uncle doesn't look at it that way. Aunty is back. The lower half of her saree is wet, but she doesn't seem to care. The two polythene bags she's carrying are getting wet too. She brings them upto her chest and covers them with her pallu. Helps a little I guess. Oops, the umbrella slips a little. She stops, shifts the umbrella to firm position and resumes walking. Uncle was looking at her. Aunty is out of view now.

It suddenly stops raining. Uncle is struggling to get his bike started. There, it switches on. Kick started. Uncle is out of sight now. Out of sight, out of mind.

I feel cold. Good feeling.

Will have ice cream. Kwality Walls' Chocolate. Very nice.

Will click Publish Post now.