And it rains, and it rains, and it rains.
I step down at CST and reach the guesthouse, absorbing the dreamy skylines of the ‘Sone ki nagari’, and it rains. I move up and down as the rugged and war torn BEST bus negotiates through typical Mumbai roads, and it rains. I wonder whether or not the safety helmet on my head will adversely affect the once high – profile hairstyle of mine, and it rains. I lie down in my bed, reliving the joys of my first salary, first home, first mobile, and, yes, u got it, it rains.
And when it rains, I think about the last day in college, when I was with the best friends I will probably have in my life… dancing in the rain, forgetting for a while that all this is about to end, on the last day in BHU. About the dreams that not so long ago seemed so far yet so near, and today seem so near yet so far. About how each drop falls and disappears like moments of my life, made memorable by one single moment that changed it all. And how I am swinging like a pendulum between what life offers and what I want. I promise myself that I will get it someday. And still, It rains!!!