The Fresh Rain Drops

The Fresh Rain Drops

I looked out of the window at the rain falling from the heavens. It was the time before daybreak when there was no traffic on the road to make it the busy rendezvous of automobiles, scooters, bikes and even pedestrians. The road was covered with water and there was even more water dripping from the skies every second. The strong flavours of bitterness in my life were neutralized by the water. She had been the most powerful agent responsible for the effect.

She was a cloud that had shielded me from the harsh rays of the sun over the past few months. The sun’s rays had the potency to produce malignant cancerous tumours in my body. Several parts of my body might have found themselves at the altar of the sun, but she had shielded me from the damaging rays. They were like dregs of concentrated sulphuric acid that can destroy anything and everything.

The cloud had the potential to shower bliss and happiness over the serene landscape of my life. It lent a typical aura of hope and positive energy to the world around me. It was as if I had been looking at the world through a pair of lenses that were soiled with brine and dust.

She had stepped into the picture to clean the lenses like a professional window-cleaner cleans windows. She had put a full-stop to all the sentences that said my fate was to suffer. Life is not meant to be a saga of suffering. She had read the message in loud and clear terms.

She had transformed all negative sentences in my life to affirmative ones. The excitement contained in exclamatory sentences had been magnified  by virtue of her very presence in my life. My life was, after all, not going to be another affirmative statement  people make through the day. She had routed all vehicles carrying joy and happiness through me with such skill and manoeuvre that it is likely to make the most adept traffic-policeman shy.

I did not like the road that came from celibacy now. The wayside objects reminded me of al those acts that seem to be foolish now. I was determined to make a fresh start. Moreover, I didn’t have much of a choice. The only feasible option I had was of marching ahead. We had been moving ahead for quite some time despite the nebulousness that greeted us from time to time. There were many dark corners in the road that simply could never be penetrated by beams of streetlight flooding the roads. Her company had the power granted to insects who can assume a typical glow of their own.   

There had been several instances of cloud-bursts. She was certainly not brought up to bear through the hardships she had to put up with. The hardships had been like the chemicals that induce rainfall if clouds don’t shower their share of bliss by themselves. There had been several moments when she simply couldn’t bear the pitfalls that life with me entailed, but I had helped her bear everything with a smile.

We were on the same boat now and I couldn’t shy away from my responsibility of keeping the boat afloat despite the crests and troughs the world around us created. All the obscure and dark alleys of life had to be crossed together. There was very little  chance of finding happiness here, but I had done my best to brighten up the way with whatever limited capabilities I have.

My ghostly  past seems to have gone fishing now; everything speaks of today now. The freshness exuberated by the rain drops is all that counts now.