Today when I left home for my office
there was a hint of rain though the weather have been playing smart with the
people who wants nothing but some water drops to fall from the Haven and relief
their soul for one week or so,,,, everyday while looking at the sky we hope
that today God may shower his kindness on us but every time the Hope-balloon
got deflated. So today I didn’t even try to wear rain-coat or carry an
umbrella, and as if Indra-Dev (The God of Rain) was waiting a chance to
irritate me. Half way down It started holding my nerves I was getting wet, soon
I found a shelter under a ceiling of a shop there were few others as well. Though,
I was too conscious to care about them. I was rather busy trying to dry myself
up with the help of handkerchief after finishing the job. I looked around and a
feeble and neurotic looking woman grabbed my attention it added fuel to fire
and my irritation increased. I was feeling uncomfortable being beside her and
she was also smelling awkwardly but it just lasted for a moment because
meanwhile I was reminded of an incident by some unknown force which helped me
forget all the uneasiness.,,,,,,,, A kind of utopia I began to experience
reliving the day that was also raining :-
It
was my school days and I was an innocent student. My school was 3 or 4 km away
from my place and I used to travel by publicly shared auto and the one side
fare used to be 2 rupees those days and my mom used to give me 5 rupees, means
A Rupees a day used to be my pocket money éclair used to be the favorite thing to
spend on (haha… One day while I was waiting for the auto while going back home
after finishing up with school for that particular day, It started raining
heavily it was December and the cold was on its loftiest point, rain made it
more worst I was shivering so I rushed into a tea shop near the auto-stand for
the shelter many other did the same, it took only few blink of eyes and the
shop was fully packed. Shopkeeper thanked God as it got him some business. Soon
I spotted a neurotic woman who was trying to get in but the shop-owner didn’t
like her audacity, how could she dare claim any kindness from practical
people?, she was no different to the “Street-Dogs”, she was born to be kicked away
by everyone and every now and then.
