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.
(1st July 2014)