Thursday, September 11, 2008

Rain girl

When I first laid my eyes on her, it was raining. I was standing on the other side of the road, under a huge umbrella along with other daily commuters who were caught unawares in that flash shower. I saw her. I saw her white t-shirt. It was raining.

Water dripping from her chin. Water dripping from her hair. Water dripping from the umbrella above my head . Water dripping from my hair onto my glasses. My vision getting blurred. She nodding her head. I recall. It was raining.

An empty bus. I rush towards it as soon as I see it. She also rushes.But I do not see her when I run towards the bus. I get on the bus and take a seat. Then again. I see her. And I see her wet white t. I look outside the water drenched windows. It is still raining.

It takes a few more scheduled stops of the bus for her to get a seat. She sits opposite to me. And I stare at her. She isn’t fair or skinny. Yet she is wet and she is beautiful. My sexuality doesn’t get aroused. But my mental faculties are stretched. Have I ever seen something more beautiful than this ? and then I remember the sun rise in Mussourie. Yes ! I say. The bus takes a jerk. I look out the open door and only source of ventilation of the bus. Its still raining.

I follow her big, round and expressive eyes. A thin layer of fat ( or tiredness) lay below them. She looks like a warrior , returning home after sacking a city. So many dead, so much wasted. Yes ! she is tired. I follow her eyes everywhere. A man coughing. The bus conductor’s helper. Bright street lights. Blurry glow signs. An irritating taxi-cab. Me. I keep following those eyes. She turns her head to the left and motions a man to open the windows. Its then that I see that the shower’s intensity has decreased. It was a drizzle now. Its still raining. Technically.

I notice her ring. It’s the same as mine. Ruby stone. Encased in silver. N its not the same. Her is more of an oval shaped thing. Mine is a deformed rectangular cuboid. I start thinking about how we can start off a conversation with the ring. “ hi .. is hat the same ring as mine ? .. yeah !... wow ! hi .. I am raj …… “. Naah. Boring and totally idiotic. I say to myself. It is then that everything happens. HE enters.

HE is lanky and tall. Full shirt with formal trousers .. that’s all that his attire consists of. HE is dry. Must be using a umbrella. HE stands in front. And he blocks my view.

I twist my neck. I roll my eyes. I get into several spine paining postures. I just want to keep looking. The man beside me grunts. Hell ! I don’t care !
Move ! move ! shoos ….
He doesn’t budge. I close my eyes.

The bus jerks again. I open my eyes. HE is sitting. I crane my neck to see her. She gets down. I catch a glimpse of her tee. Its then that I realize.

It has stopped raining.

10 comments:

Anonymous said...

just exquisite.......

acidVox said...

taank ewww

Poulomi said...

nice vivid piece!smthin we can rlate to soo mch.
bt is it real jeet??..coz u seem too mch into the whole write up :P

acidVox said...

ya , its real . it did happen. i really stared at the rain-girl for about 20 minutes.


reality , personified is what i express thru my writing

ankur said...

khuuub practical chobi...tobu congrats ghar ta to ghurieychis

acidVox said...

ha haaa

Moon said...

Ooooh! Poor you :)

sayantani said...

cud hav been a little btr ..i bit mo insigt into human psychy..nd rain..itz vast nd beautiful..1 whole spectrum..xploit it..

acidVox said...

yes there is ...

but i was more intent to cathch the beuty of the feminine form in the space rather than concentarte on the psych or the rain ...

obviously oi viewpoint theke likhle puro jinistaii ekdom onno type er hobey ...

sayantani said...

human psych is a v braod specturm try writing on it ....