Posts Tagged ‘Rains’


May 22, 2012 8 comments

He found it amusing for the rains to fall from the skies in the middle of May. Cold, damp winds sweeping the wet little leaves off the roads and pavements in a whirlwind, almost immediately were followed by the sudden brashness of the heavy drops of rain. He had a presentation due the next day. On finally giving up on finding a cab to reach his place, he ran for cover under a tarpaulin strapped to two bamboo sticks and the edges of an empty bhelpuri cart. He tried feeling for the ciggerate in his pockets and out came the cancer stick soaked in water, drooping at its end & hanging its white flag of defeat to the wrath of mother earth. He reached for the lighter, and angrily rolled his thumb over its wheel to strike a light. It just wouldn’t light !! Nothing seemed to have been going right lately. Had it not been for the mind numbing banter of the intern post meeting, he could have just caught a cab in the nick of time. And if only had he met the VP instead of the intern, he might as well would have still been in the meeting, running him through the ideas he had worked on all night. The tarpaulin started sacking with the water being accumulated on the top and he could feel it touching him on his head. He punched it in fury as the water flowed effortlessly from the edges only to bounce back on his leather shoes. Beaten and defeated, he just sighed out loud, leaned against the cart and let his head sink in his palms.

It was only the laptop in her bag which made her look for cover. She had almost started enjoying getting drenched in the rains when it dawned on her that the water could seep in to her bag. Seeing a guy punch some water out from over a tarpaulin to keep it from touching his head, she ran straight towards him to seek cover. Stepping in gently as if entering his private space, she tried not to attract his attention. He heard her step in the makeshift shed and took his head out of his palms to restore his own perceived dignity in appearing manly. He could only see her from the backside. White little transparent pearls of water rolled down her nape into the sweet confines of sin factory. She had her hair tied up in a pony tail and he could faintly see her right cheek just enough to know that she was smiling. She wore a bright yellow kurti, the kind which had a deep cut in the back, and yet, what rather drew his attention was her nape and the faint sign of a smile on her cheeks, however vague it looked from where he stood. He took a few steps sideways, removed his backpack and leaned again on the cart hoping to catch a glimpse of her face. Just when had he thought he had made up his mind on being an atheist as opposed to an agnostic, he saw her face. She couldn’t resist feeling the rains in the cup of her palms. Simple, fair and ordinary arms just as anyone else’s, it was the red thread on one of them which dripped water from its knot that made it extraordinary for him. She noticed him looking at her from the corner of her eye. She turned her face towards him and smiled.

“You dont enjoy getting drenched in the rains, do you?” she said.

“Not alone, No.” He said with a humble smile and penetrating eyes.

“Thats cheesy”

“Cheesy not work for you?”

It rained for 3 hours that day. They married a year later.

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..And other..

July 18, 2011 2 comments

Mani - A leader hired.

He had small eyes. Wrinkled at the edges, battered by the times they’d seen, misty, and yet brooding, may be contemplative. They sure did have an iota of timidness in them. Or so was my perception. Frail, calm and numbed by age, he led the way. Clouds hovered in the skies raining needles of agony. It did not deter him. Neither did the chill accompanying the mad wind which sent his tarpaulin fluttering – exposing his thin, almost uncovered frame. An uphill climb, taking the rough terrain head on, yet again, he showed no signs of  weariness. Hands tucked behind, head slightly lowered, eyes fixated on the next step, he took one small step after the other. And other.


I was late. I thought I was late but my rational self prodded me into thinking I might be late by the baseline time standards as mentioned in the email, but I was in no way late by the desi time standards. Between scurrying back home to fill up a sack with some last available clean clothes, to hitching into a bus packed with turbo charged rebels, to the time I cursed my alter ego to subject my rather heavy body to drag all its way up a mountain, my rational self had won. The bus came almost about an hour late. So I wasn’t late. The journey had begun. Yes. I went trekking. The couch hitting indolent bear had once, just for this once, not procrastinated and had managed to get his rear in some activity which involved physical exertion and abstinence from the weekend experimenting with magic potions.


As we began the ascend, some of us trekkers led him – our hired leader, our guide for the trek. He had his eyes fixated only on the next step. Taking one step after the other. And other. Distant intermittent chatter, gushing waterfalls, rumbling trees and the occasional thunder in the sky was pleasing to begin with. An hour more into the trek and he was leading us. It started pouring next – slowly, steadily and then heavily to the extent where the senses went numb white. Blood sucking leeches made us stop more often than desired for they needed to be plucked. He stopped at such times, patiently standing still, never saying a word at what was a common occurrence for him.

More than 3 hours after trailing him for an unending 30 minutes, we saw his faint outline perched atop, standing still through the dense fog. No movement. No foot forward. Hands folded, he wrapped the green tarpaulin tight around him in vain to avoid cold winds. One look at him and he nodded once in agreement conveying ‘summit reached.’ Though an expressionless face, his brooding eyes drifted in opposite direction once his nod was cheered. We had reached summit after about three hours (plus delta) and much debates & show of hands on continuing / turning back. On the summit, we shuddered with cold, braved the gusts of fury winds, unpacked some eatables which were drenched nonetheless in water, munched on some, tried in vain to dissipate some warmth in our bodies, plucked more leeches, had a yahoo moment and began the descent – again, led by him.

I once saw him sneeze and pluck a leech out with his bare hands and throw it nonchalantly. First signs of almost being human. I followed him till he decided on his own to wait for others before darkness enveloped day. I got chatty with a fellow trekker and lost him soon as the path became less strenuous. For one stride of mine, my fellow trekker possibly took two, and many such strides and stories brought us down at the base camp much before anyone else. I saw him come almost after more than half of us came, with the same unyielding calm on his expressionless face. He hadn’t eaten anything, nor had he sipped water all this time. Mani,as I later knew his name, after a brief pause, bared his teeth in half a smile, squinted his eyes briefly only to open wide again and look straight into mine, and struck half a salute on being offered a packet of biscuits. Sometimes, necessities indeed are rewards when you least expect to get them.


I lay anchored in my bed the next morning. I plug the earphones in and Pink Floyd plays ‘Echoes’ in my head. I observe drop after drop of water trickle down in a slow rhythmic pattern from the end of a terracotta roof tile and time stops ticking for the while. The leaves lay unperturbed, glimmering, waving gently with the wind, only to stop and sway again. The wind carries a chill in it. Clouds close in on their descend to earth and the glimmer on the leaves disappears. Slowly it begins to rain. The trickling drops from the roof now become a small stream of flowing water. The song ends. Time starts ticking again. The cycle of continuity unpauses. Time comes for me to take one step after the other. And other.

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