Wish it had not rained that night..

May 3, 2019 at 2:29 pm | Posted in Fiction, Poem, Rain, Rant, Society, Women | 1 Comment

It rained that night,
her eyes
her cries
her pain

It rained that night,
her wounds
on her body
on her heart

It rained that night,
with thunder
so deafening
and light
so bright

If only, it did not rain that night
May be someone, would have heard her cries
May be someone, would have seen the monster
who scarred her body
who scarred her soul
May be, May be not
But, but it rained that night

Thirty years down the line
She is scared of rain and thunder and light
Because she can still remember that night
That gross touch
The pain
The plight
And her helpless body in the lonely night

Thirty years down the line,
She is scared of talking about that night
Because she can remember the following day
The hate in words
The mock in the eyes
It was her fault is what they said

She played in the rain
She jumped in the puddles
It was her fault
Because, though its her life,
Girls don’t play with rain at night
Wish it had not rained that night

Rains ..Then and now

July 26, 2012 at 5:18 pm | Posted in Childhood, Rain | 11 Comments

When I was a kid ..rains meant ..

paper boats

frogs , yellow ones and tadpoles

Ants ..loads of them and sitting in dark to avoid them and cuddling and joking with each other and stamping on ants when they find their way inside.

puddles and jumping in them

getting wet on way back to school and shivering in the living room to make mummy shout at us for making everything wet and for taking bath soon to avoid cold and we secretly enjoying that

rain coats ..the blue one

walking in water thats upto the knee in school and collecting the red flowers that will fall off the trees

or a rainy day holiday from school that some one would inform while we were already half way and that would bring the biggest grin possible.

Now ..rains mean..

clothes in the balcony that will not dry for 2 days

kids who will soon catch cold

Ants …when near my elder one ..make him freak and when near my younger one , make me freak.

puddles ..that make me worry about my footwear and dress

getting wet and making my house wet…and kids getting wet and catching cold

maid who is the only one to still claim a rainy day holiday

When did I stop enjoying simple pleasures of nature ? Is that what adulthood does to you 😦

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