Rain Call

Posted: June 28, 2011 in Diary at Dawn

When he turned back from her that evening, it was raining. It had been going on since the dawn. He had a stubbornness in face, a race of thunder in his heart, a cloud of despair in his mind and an anticipation somewhere lurking deep inside that she would call him back; much like the rain. Any moment a call would come in the mobile. He stepped slowly towards the auto stand, although he acted busy in front of her… any moment now. His mobile would ring to a call from an unknown but familiar number. A voice would say him to go back once more the place where he left it…left her. Any moment could be that moment. It rained cat & dogs for the whole night and continued till the next three days, as before. The pouring was addictive, reason for elation and time for numb ambition. It will take time to live without. Hard to get back to the forlorn redundancy. But that could not bring back the rain. It did not.


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