the Umbrella-rain affair

Hello again here I am back again, I now it has been quiet a while that I have posted something on my blog. It’s my view towards inspiration that has stopped me from writing anything new. To be honest it has been almost a year now that I came to Mumbai. And I have no doubt is saying that I love this city. Specially the rainy season here. People may complain a thousand things about it but I am its true and honest fan. It could be really romantic if you are with someone special. If not this cities rain will help you find that someone special for sure. 
 

To meet an old friend in this city too is a daunting task. But when recently I meet an old friend I had an experience that reaffirmed my faith in the abilities and surprises that this city holds.  This was the first time that we meet after our college got over all thanks to facebook .  She was my classmate and a very good friend. But there wasn’t anything special or what you call attraction amongst us. She was equally talkative back then as she was the day I meet her in juhu recently. Not much has changed since then only the fact that now she isn’t the only one wearing spectacles and back then she always wanted to ride my bike for which I would never agree. Also the fact that she was very amazed and mesmerized by the fact of working in night shifts. To my surprise now I was the more talkative person as she enquired all the possible things that one could ask from health, food, personal life and even work culture of people working in shifts. 

You know time really skates by when you meet such a person after a very long time. It over whelms your mind and you forget to keep track of things in such situations. Be it the time or your belongings. That what she did. She forgot her umbrella in the theater itself and frankly speaking in the between the hilarious thoughts of past and the excitement and joyfulness of meeting an old colleague it’s hard for an umbrella to find its place.

And you know what made her realize this?

You guessed it correct the Mumbai rains. Here is a fact about Mumbai rains its always unexpected and willingly or forcefully it will get better of you. Neither an umbrella nor a raincoat can stop it from hugging you and making you fall in love. It can be super romantic or a real party pooper. Maybe it was my lucky day or maybe not…

The sudden down pour caught both of us off-guard and although I had an umbrella and it took me less than 15 sec to pull it out and open it but by that time we both were almost drenched. That was the moment she realize her umbrella was missing and she didn’t hesitate to come under mine. But single umbrella can barely keep one person dry leave apart two. Although we stood under a tree with the umbrella the rain water some how manage to find its way to us. It caused both of us to move inward and our proximity decreased gradually. Now that’s the magic I was talking about. We were never so close to each other before neither I felt like this ever but women I tell you are really magical creature. You will never know when you fall in there trap. Why?

While standing there I noticed that she had a mole in her right ear. Which looked really beautiful as it rested in a place so intimate and hidden. This caught my attention and I kept staring at it for a while. Was something wrong with me?

To add icing on the cake the winds that would blew across her semi-wet hair would carry with it the perfume of her shampoo which was, I guess DOVE or LO’REAL. But whatever it was it was mild and something that would sink in you soul and be there for ever. It filled my lungs and I felt like getting dissolved in it. The tempting fragrance made me take long breathing to inhale as much as possible and the winds just kept bring her closer and closer to me.

Suddenly a drop of water leaked from my umbrella and fell on her shoulder. It slowly navigated its way from her shoulder to her back and then rolled down her back under her white top. Then another fell at the same place and then another. They kept falling and conquering her fairly golden skin. Without her permission, fearlessly and with full enthusiasm they made her expression change as if the were electrifying her. As the drops fell and scrolled down her eyes would melt and close in the most amazing way possible and she would shiver and sizzle making me feel like butter on a hot pan.

Then she turned towards me and now we stood facing each other and her perfume came with every breath inside me. I felt one with her. I felt like putting my dry hand under her top and around her wet waist and grab her close to myself. And feel her moist skin with my hand. White was never my favorite color but it became from that day because it was almost completely wet. I could feel the warm air that came out of her nose on my chest.  I could also see her kajal all smudged around her eyes. I felt like removing her clucher and let her hair dance in wind.  

 I asked myself “did her lips always looked milky pink or is it because of the rain and cold?, was she always so slim and soft and was she always this beautiful?”

The silence amongst us was something even she realized. Maybe the feeling was mutual. To check it I moved myself an inch closer to her. But she didn’t move back and instead she squeezed herself. I though she wanted me to put my arms around her. We were so closed that I could have easily tasted that drop of water and land a kiss on her forehead simultaneously and she wouldn’t know.

The scene was set only one thing was left from which I backed out. I knew if I looked into her eyes now we would definitely fall in love with each other. I knew this all was a step up. The rain was making us come close to each other.  But to be honest I just couldn’t gather the courage to look back into her eyes when she was looking towards me so closely coz I knew she would come to know the reality about what going on in my mind. And this could have really complicated the things amongst us.

The fact is that neither the rain wants a human be alone nor the human being wants to stay alone in rain. It wants you to find a companion and to be loved by the same. Maybe I did the right thing or something really really stupid but I was just not prepared to fall in love again. 

Your views on it are certainly welcomed.