Thursday, May 28, 2009

It poured that day...

We are going a little out of character with this concept. Actually, a few weeks back, it had rained pleasantly enough to make us feel like write a fictional piece each. We wanted to make a story out of a rainy day itself. And all four of us did; while one of us was dreamily vague, one was very-city, one was uber cool with her thoughts and one was, ummm..plain real. We will be posting each of our story in the next few days and you can guess which one is what ;)

PS: We are also trying to appease the Rain Gods in this manner as they are clearly not in a mood to appease us with some blissful rains. Rain Gods, we are creative when you pour. Please consider this flattery enough to pay a visit soon!

The common opening to the story thus runs:

It poured that day. But still, having tea with him outside was worth it. Not listening to mum, she left for the back alley. The small tea shop was deserted, the shop guy was the only one sitting there with a flashy raincoat on him. He expected customers even now, she smirked. And with a jolt, she realized that she was out for the very purpose.

She went and sat on the somewhat cold and wet wooden bench, not conscious at all. It wasn’t one of the things that could get her worked up. Her appearance, her clothes were all very normal. Infact, she was wearing her dad’s t-shirt and her baggy jeans. The rains always made her wear something of her dad’s. Warm and comfy it felt against the skin.

Time passed, she had a phone, but didn’t want to sms him..He would be coming anyway, didn’t need to push it..Instead, she lit a cigarette, rainy days deserved a smoke, she always thought..

MY VERSION

It poured that day. But still, having tea with him outside was worth it. Not listening to mum, she left for the back alley. The small tea shop was deserted, the shop guy was the only one sitting there with a flashy raincoat on him. He expected customers even now, she smirked. And with a jolt, she realized that she was out for the very purpose.

She went and sat on the somewhat cold and wet wooden bench, not conscious at all. It wasn’t one of the things that could get her worked up. Her appearance, her clothes were all very normal. Infact, she was wearing her dad’s t-shirt and her baggy jeans. The rains always made her wear something of her dad’s. Warm and comfy it felt against the skin.

Time passed, she had a phone, but didn’t want to sms him..He would be coming anyway, didn’t need to push it..Instead, she lit a cigarette, rainy days deserved a smoke, she always thought..

Her attention drifted, her gaze trailed the drops slithering away in a hurry on the broken window pane as she tried to be creative with the smoke swirls. She chuckled, he would be amused, she could never carry it off. He seemed to be the anchor point and her thoughts kept drifting back to him. Should she worry? That everything seemed to lead back to him eventually? Nah, she had her balance. She looked at the shop guy and signaled for a cup of tea. What better way to wait, to pass time, and she didn’t mind waiting. After a long time, she felt relaxed, almost boneless with contentment with no other reason that consistent rain and the prospect of meeting him. She remembered when they’d both gotten caught in the rain last week, dripping wet and eating maggi. She smiled, and then caught the shop keeper’s look. He must surely think she’s demented, giggling and smiling to herself.

Her tea arrived, and defying the law of averages, it tasted rather good. Or maybe she was feeling too complacent. It was a wonder, how the brain works as she imagined lazy thoughts going from one nerve to the other, carrying signals and thoughts. She hummed a song, and waited. It was raining harder now, she was getting goose bumps on her skin. She had a sudden urge to jump and twirl in the rain, splash in puddles and not care about clothes, hair, shoes, dignity… Wouldn’t that be street entertainment now?

This weather could induce melancholy, she mused. If she were so inclined maybe she could debate life, love, existence, mortality, morality and what not but she would rather not. Its amazing how the mind can be clear of all strife. Perhaps the most toughest question right now was, if he got delayed or worse yet didn’t come, would she be mad? Or would she not let anything spoil her mood and sip her tea, have another one and stroll back home?

She looked up to order another tea and there he was. And once again, her heart skipped a little. New love or strong love, she wondered? Will it stay like this always, this intensity of her love or will it fade away with familiarity? Who cares. She shrugged her shoulders unconsciously as she dismissed the thought, signaled for two teas and smiled at him.

9 comments:

Anjali said...

i can imagine you while reading this :) well written

Beauty and the BEast said...

sigh!! Now I do wish it rains, cause I know just where to head to and who to wait for...

Only this time it will be different... I wont let yesterday and tomorrow interfere with the beautiful pattering of today and now...

I just wish it rained right now, while I was typing this comment :O

But this one is really beautifully written!!

Juhi said...
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Juhi said...

Hey...
thats my first comment on this superb blog of u queenies...
and since I have read all other this must have stirred something to make me write this comment....

Very well written Nandini......it must have beeen a moment worth being in....
U people rock...
Juhi

The Sage said...

beautifully done...

Piya said...

love the story hun :) superbly scripted :*

Mrinalini said...

awww..tell me your dreams ;)
sexy rain story :)

Nandini said...

@ Anjali, Piya and Mrinu,
Thank you, you're all absolute darlings :) You've been very encouraging.

@ Beauty...
Its nice to see that you get exactly what I meant

@Juhi,
Hi, thank you and welcome. Keep visiting. Tried to access your blog, but couldn't :)

@ The sage,
Just an attempt to see how it goes, stay tuned for more versions of the same beginning!

N said...

i think ur post now makes my craving for the rains stronger than ever before *if that is even possible anymore* been dying for it to rain. its soooooooooooooo HOT here.

loved the post. the story is sooooo touching and yet so...normal u know. i can see myself think like her too :)

rain does something to me. it shakes up my insides and stirs alive a lot of dormant thoughts. hehe.

 

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