Why does rain always
bring with it a range of emotions which exist in the subconscious? How does
rain help us scuttle ourselves out of our inhibitions? Why does nature
have such a forbearing on us? Why do we feel relaxed and allow our basic
instincts to exalt from their dormancy at the onset of the monsoon?
Does rain actually
instill/repose in us the confidence to break out from the shambles and fortifications
we build in our mind? How can something hold sway of our innate feelings to
such an extent?
We had planned to meet in the evening that day.
It was raining so profusely by evening that it was almost sure we would be shelving
the plan. On the way home the rain subsided. Though I was too tired and just
wanted to go home and hit the bed, I felt it might be good to meet up after
all. Life is so short and life does not give many chances. We always keep
dodging things we like for lack of time and reasons such as weather etc. Fun I
felt is with taking the chances.
As always, with her around time has a habit of passing by without
offering a chance for me to realize how time was spent. It started to rain as
we were walking towards the coffee shop. As she held the umbrella and we walked
close to each other, both of us were trying to evade the drops of rain. In our
effort to avoid the droplets we brought ourselves much closer to each
other. Both the faces were just next to each other, eyes looking out for
obstructions on the way as well as the sudden proximity of two warm bodies.
Every touch here and a brush there, bringing out sensations in each previously
not experienced.
The rain just being another
reason for the hungry mind to delve and experience the sensual happiness on a
mental plane which the bodies then take forward Internally happy externally
putting on a facade of shyness. Each one’s eye checking the other out, both
wanting to take the new found comfort to the next level yet not knowing how to
communicate the same to the significant other.
A mental state of happiness which the mind wants to linger for a while more, each cursing the rain, blaming the rain yet not wanting it to stop
Smile of happiness, blush on the face, panting of breadths, thanks to the anxiety about what will come next, we walked fast towards the destination, as to maybe understand the intent that is difficult to comprehend when one is walking next to each other.
The rain only got heavier so as to reflect the
weight of the deliberations of our mind. We suddenly realized we were in the
middle of an unknown street which was completely desolate and found shelter
under a garage. Though we folded the umbrella we realized that the parapet wall
which was shielding the rain from us was not able to completely cover us from
the rain.
As we were trying to
come to terms with the surroundings, she untied her hair pushed all the errant
strands of hair in place and tried to dry her hair. The temporary shelter
from the rain let us draw some breadth and look at each other. Rain has a way
of adding novelty to beauty. Tiny drops of rain were settled in her hair as
though beads of pearl were set in her braid. Tiny drops on the forehead were as
though they were drops of sweat lining her forehead to signify that she just experienced
the epitome of pleasure. With a few drops settled on her cheek her face already
pink had a glow and felt like a soft rose in the morning with a few dew
drops on it. Her lips were quivering, courtesy the cold breeze and the fast
paced walk or due to the sudden moment of privacy. We were only on a cross
road parallel to one of the busiest
roads in Bangalore and here in the rain was a picturesque setting of a
long winding road with hardly any soul, we were at ease and relishing the
moment of anonymity in the midst of hustle n bustle.
That moment is something which is made
for memories, the setting was there, the rain had mellowed down and the
moment was forbearing on us. Eyes were busy running all over the other and
hands just wanted the firm grip of the other just to signify the bonding, the
amazing trust we repose in each other and the inherent craving we have for each
other. It was as if we were destined to be with each other. We both who can
talk all the time were so silent as if there was no need to speak to
communicate what we felt. At one level we came to realize even silence
communicates in its own sweet way.
The dim street light
accentuated her beauty to a large extent, she looked far more beautiful, charming
and lovely in that dim setting. It was as if nature had taken on its part the
effort to create a lovely setting. One would be moved to just kiss her lovely
lips and it looked as inviting as ever. At the thought of the impending
pleasure as one approached her, one could almost listen to her heart beat as
close as one can hear his/her own heart beating faster than normal.
That is when it dawned
that even in that wet and rainy setting, the lips went dry anxious of what is about
to occur. The lips were
so stuck to one another that they wouldn't budge.
When one tried to look
at her, it was clear that she had already closed her eyes and appeared like an
angel who had come down from heaven. In the moonlit night, there was no need to
search for the moon as her face was as resplendent as any expression of joy can
ever be. In the contours and expressions on her face was a slight
smile signifying that it was the only place where any joy could be found.
Seeing such happiness is an experience by
itself. It was at this moment that the rain got
heavier in the background so as to signify that it is the rain that is enhancing the romance.
That said don't we all
Romance the Rain?
