Sometimes I feel a long phase of not writing is so annoying, and for that very reason, it seems to come to me more often than I want it to. So here I am, attempting to break that annoying phase by joining the Ultimate Blog Challenge in July. Honestly, it was not my idea, but this Ishithaa told me I must. So a deal was brokered and we’re doing posts on the same theme each day. (Like A to Z Challenge in April). The theme for day 1 was Monsoon.
UBC DAY 1 – MONSOON MEMORIES (A STORY)
It was a clap of thunder that woke him up. The digital clock on his bedside table showed 2:38.
Standing at his windowsill, he could see the rain falling on to the asphalted road, as black as the night sky above. He pushed his window open a little, and sat on the sill, letting the watery blanket hit him partly.
Of the umpteen memories he had of rain, one fell into his heart with a drop that landed on his wrist.
The small café outside the college was crowded, as it always was when it was raining cats and dogs outside. The two of them rushed in, knowing that the interior would be vacant. The crowd only wanted shelter from the rain, and would part once it stopped. Their usual table in the corner was free, and they sat down. Within a minute, Raju uncle would bring them a plate of hot samosas, with sweet sauce or pudina chutney. Keeping their umbrellas and bags to a side, they began to talk of the exam that had just got over. They talked till the samosas came, and then they ate. Afterward, he noticed some of the flakes from the samosa still on her lips. With just a finger, he wiped them away, and was greeted by her smile. He wondered when his heartbeat was faster… touching her lips, or seeing her smile. They had been together for many years, but that feeling, it never changed.
Another clap of thunder stirred him out of his reverie. The watch showed 3:00 but he didn’t feel like even a minute had elapsed. He remembered something, and went down to his kitchen. The evening’s samosas were still there. After heating it, he put it on a plate, and came back to the windowsill, and sat watching the clouds part and a sliver of moonlight break through.
He shook off the raindrop that had clung to the ring on his finger, and looked up.
“See, you are always with me,” he whispered, and took a bite.
Near the moon, a star twinkled happily.
This story is a work of fiction. Resemblance to anyone in real life is coincidental.
(1st July 2014)
Some people never leave us. Those are the ones with a special place in our heart. 🙂
Yes indeed, Jbb. 🙂 Glad you liked it.
I love the rain because of the magic it does to the human minds… we become all the more nostalgic and sweet and think about people we are close to 🙂
Bhavya
My UBC Day1 post
Very true Ishi 🙂 Memories are such, and rain brings a shower of them with ease.
Short, sweet crisp. Something that the monsoon didn’t dampen.
Thank you, Swaarasa.
Sigh! That was so beautiful! Monsoon brings different memories for everyone, I guess.
Indeed it does bring a different memory for each of us, Aathira. Thank you 🙂
Aah! The memories! They can warm you up from inside and tear you apart too. Lovely story. Liked it a lot 🙂
Thank you and glad you liked the story, Shilpa 🙂
Ah!! Rains!! Brings out the best and worst in us!! And in your case – your best! 😀
nice one Leo and yes, our loved ones never truly leave us do they? 🙂
My best? Howda Pixie? Didn’t know. 🙂
Glad you liked it, and yeah, they don’t really leave us.
Memories. Lovely piece.
Thank you, Carol. 🙂
This is absolutely lovely! Perfect amount of detail.
Thank you, Bethany 🙂
Lovely description of remembering someone we have lost. I like the last line.
Thanks, Minette 🙂
lovely little story .. i loved the last line .. the star twinkled 🙂
Thanks, Biks 🙂
Rains…wonderful memories! 🙂
Thanks, Vidya 🙂
Lovely little story here 🙂
Thank you, Jyotsna 🙂
This Ishitaa Girl, I tell you… she’s the one who forced me into this UBC too.
And beautiful story… loved the emotions it left… 🙂
Glad you liked the story and found it beautiful, Sheethal 🙂 As for Ishi, she’s a sweet girl who now has to be pushed to finish the challenge 😛
He he! I know.. she is such a sweetie pie 😉
Pinnalathe 😉
this is so beautiful and at the same time so touching!!! You are with so much emotions!!
Thanks, Raji 🙂 Glad you liked it.
Touched by the ending..loved the sweet simple writing style. Great start to UBC. U literally made me feel Mumbai monsoon- from your posts.
Ah. Guess the monsoon has a similar influence on your memories, Viyoma 🙂 Thank you, and glad you liked the post.
Some people and some feelings and always with you.
Yes indeed. I agree 🙂 Thanks, Tina.
Oh, that was touching. I didn’t expect this ending!
Thanks, Nibhz.
wow! its beautiful 🙂 bt the ending, i didnt see it coming! true love is forever, death isnt a boundary..
Truly said 🙂 Thank you for liking the story.
Rain couldn’t be more beautiful than it was in your post. Love and rain both actually. Amazing 🙂 Looking forward to lots more in this month 🙂
Thanks, and glad you felt the rains were beautiful in the post, Shanx 🙂