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Nostalgia.

evszefhAs I stood by the the window of the balcony, my nose was pressed to it, my breath frosting the glass around my lips, I saw the winds outside swirling, droplets of water being bullied into submission, lights from the night lamps streaming through the air, making the paths of water borne air above the road, visible.

I yearned to step outside of my house and go play basketball in the rains, with the people below, kids I presumed. Their shrieks of delight floated uptil a dozen or so floors above. Instead I did something better.

I slid open the windows of the balcony, that kept the water borne winds out and was welcomed to winds so cold, no air conditioner could compete, the freshness of ice and spring combined! The hair at the nape of my neck stood in attention, out of excitement.

Back home, whenever it rained, torrentially as it was looking to today, my sister and I would sit at the window sill, legs hanging out into the dark, lightning flashing us time and again, shrieking in delight at every wave of wind that whipped through us.

As the water hit me, wave after wave, I shivered in excitement, and cold, but nonetheless not agreeing to go back inside! After all, the heat of so many days needed more time with the rains to sod off!

Staring up at the skies, blinking at every lightning flash, I felt the water seeping to the roots of my hair, the sides of my neck. I stood with my arms by my side, shaking but not willing to go into the house again. I looked down at my feet after a while. I was soaking wet from the top to bottom! Giggling, rubbing my arms, I slid the balcony windows shut, greeted with warmth in the hall. I’d missed the rains. I missed my sister more now.

Graciously Yours!

Rain.

Previous Word : Fire.

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As she walked out of her office, she was greeted by a gust of wind! She took her ear phones out to hear windows rattling and dust sweeping across. She needed to cool off after a long, bad day! A drop of water fell on her cheek. She saw a cab slow down. Her place was ten minutes away. She decided to walk down today.

He didn’t like rains. But he had to be home on time today. He and his umbrella were walking down the road in search of transport. The strong winds shook the umbrella like a leaf. Once. Twice. Thrice. By then the umbrella was useless and he was already wet. Disgusted, he folded his umbrella and kept walking down the ankle deep water. A car passing by at full speed on the pothole riled road sprayed dirty, brown water over him! He hated the rains.

Her boyfriend was working late tonight. She was home alone. She loved water. Sitting by the open window, sipping her coffee she felt the water droplets sprinkle across her face. The rain kept picking up pace. A lightning streak lit up the sky. It was followed by a thunder as strong! She shuddered. Pulling the curtains across the window, she went into her room to get her book and ear plugs.

He shivered with cold. The wind was getting colder. His skin was getting hotter. The tattered blanket he had was barely helping. The lights from the portico of the hotel nearby were inviting. He started dragging himself towards the hotel. There were cars coming in. The guards shooed him away. They wouldn’t even let him sit on the marble floor. He sat on the footpath, shivering, rain now seeping through his matted, unkempt hair.

Graciously Yours!