and then, it rained again...

The gushing frigid breeze clamped with my drenched outfit left me with numb spines and shivery muscles. I remained there as a proud survivor of the wild show that just got curtained. It was literally roaring down, with each drop darting down in a rush to fall down and melt clueless into the wet muddy chaos.

The freaky thing about this rain is, you tend to curse with all your senses while it’s on and the moment it ceases, one starts missing it. Then you cherish it’s leftovers like your drenched attire, the freezing air and the unparalleled stillness. The memories remain too candied to be wiped off like the last few drops on your window pane.

It was a healthy debate to start with, which gave way to a spiky argument session and then it took this scary shape of a nasty one sided crescive surge. She went on with the word war paying no mind to the opponent. As usual,I was down and out of the fight long ago. Now nothing more than a plain buzz reached me.

Let me put it like this  : “once I had friends and

 followed the days of girl friends

and then “she” signed in and that was it” J

She is an artist at this, I mean fighting. Everyone has a mode in which they shed down all their egoistic     add-ons and be own selves and that’s when your skin shown the brand. And she was this. Someone who will splash the drink in hand on to your face, beat you with whatever she get in grasp, pull your hair hard no matter how much you yell and shouts at you even when you are around a hundred eyes. That’s her.

But I must confess, this is one thing that I enjoyed the most with her. The fights and the warm patch ups that followed. In most cases it happened very quickly. All she needs is some time and a tight hug to end it all. Then I start waiting for the next fight and to see her in that most lovable shade again.

And this time, it was no different. She screamed, pulled my hair and even cried. I kept silent as I knew a sorry is the worst word to use now. She was literally pouring down her anger on me. I lay in wait till it was done and then opened my arms. I guess she was exhausted and could feel her crippled anger being eclipsed by her characteristic giggle. Then she fell on to me at the end with a few little drops of tears rolling down her cheeks. I dint wipe and I never does that. It was like a rain which came..danced over me like a flickering flame and then left with some sweet wet memories. And that's how we fight. :)

All appeared so perfect till I made that comment on a news scroll that went on the TV screen. “Oh…at last he decided to end it…should have been an year earlier..Mr Sachin Tendulkar” and looked to her face with a smile. It was too late when I realised that my statement was really an ill timed one and she was staring at me, gearing up for the next one….and..and.

then it rained again!!! J