It had rained all morning. As I stood against the large window on my 50th floor office and looked out, I could see the distant hills shrouded in the cloud cover, I could also see what looked like toy cars from above, making their way through traffic lights and small boats moving slowly through the Singapore river, which was looking more brown than blue after all the rains.
That’s what rains do sometimes; they turn rivers brown, skies grey and moods blue. Persistent rains have a reputation of bringing up what has long been buried under the soil or hidden under the wraps of time. Or may be rain is just one of the many occasions when time and life conspire to put you in a spot where if you slip, they may just blame the rain.
It has stopped raining sometime back but the glass window was decked with rain drops and they were acting as a reminder that just a while ago these grey clouds in the sky were not so quiet and disinterested. But soon wind would dry up these rain drops, will that be the beginning of a past fading into oblivion? Can past be forgotten so easily? Someone, somewhere few hours back must have hoped that it rains all day, he must have planned his day around those rains - a little getting drenched in rain, a little staying cuddled in bed, a little taking walk in the wet ground and a little waiting for the rainbow. Would drying up of those last drops of rains be also the drying up of all those little dreams? Should he look at the heaven and hope for more rains or should he just get on with a day where it rained just in the morning, just for few hours. And what if moment he gets out after coming around the fact that there would be no more rains on the day, heavens open up. It not only rains, it pours. Would it be a dream come true or a double jeopardy?
I looked up to see if skies look ominous enough, but they were maintaining a secretive silence. I was as dark about fate of those clouds as those clouds themselves were. May be it would rain, may be it would not. May be best thing to do going forward is to take a walk in the cool breeze and may be best thing is to just wait to get drenched. How often it is said that, live life as it presents itself without bothering about how it would be. But there are those tricky bends in a road called life, where you just can't help but think about the turn that it would bring. Isn't it ?
That’s what rains do sometimes; they turn rivers brown, skies grey and moods blue. Persistent rains have a reputation of bringing up what has long been buried under the soil or hidden under the wraps of time. Or may be rain is just one of the many occasions when time and life conspire to put you in a spot where if you slip, they may just blame the rain.
It has stopped raining sometime back but the glass window was decked with rain drops and they were acting as a reminder that just a while ago these grey clouds in the sky were not so quiet and disinterested. But soon wind would dry up these rain drops, will that be the beginning of a past fading into oblivion? Can past be forgotten so easily? Someone, somewhere few hours back must have hoped that it rains all day, he must have planned his day around those rains - a little getting drenched in rain, a little staying cuddled in bed, a little taking walk in the wet ground and a little waiting for the rainbow. Would drying up of those last drops of rains be also the drying up of all those little dreams? Should he look at the heaven and hope for more rains or should he just get on with a day where it rained just in the morning, just for few hours. And what if moment he gets out after coming around the fact that there would be no more rains on the day, heavens open up. It not only rains, it pours. Would it be a dream come true or a double jeopardy?
I looked up to see if skies look ominous enough, but they were maintaining a secretive silence. I was as dark about fate of those clouds as those clouds themselves were. May be it would rain, may be it would not. May be best thing to do going forward is to take a walk in the cool breeze and may be best thing is to just wait to get drenched. How often it is said that, live life as it presents itself without bothering about how it would be. But there are those tricky bends in a road called life, where you just can't help but think about the turn that it would bring. Isn't it ?
It must have been few hours after this when I finally noticed a ray of sun breaking through the clouds announcing with élan the fate of the day. There were no more raindrops on the window panes, river was not as brown as it was in the morning, sky didn’t seem that dark, just that my mood was still blue. But if with time everything else can change then I knew it’s just a matter of time before last color brought out by rain would also fade away.
And it did, sometime during the day - the blue did turn into green….
-siddhartha
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