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It was 7 in the evening.She had just
made it in time for the bus.This time she managed to get herself the window
seat.She could see the conductor trying to make himself heard amongst all
the noise in the bus. Lost in thoughts , she wondered whether she had left any
work pending at the office. She reminded herself to take the printouts her dad
had asked for the last day.As always, she found herself already planning for
the next day, her mind restless and tired. It took a while for her to settle
in and look out of the bus.She was startled to find that it was raining !! Had
it rained the whole day? - she hadn't noticed and with the next heartbeat she
realized how much she had missed them.
She loved the rain and everything about it.She could waste away a whole day
simply gazing at it, mesmerized by its charm, heeding to its soothing lullaby
wrapped up in her blanket or chattering away all her worries feeling the rain
kissed wind on her face! She even loved the way the water droplets danced
making a pattern of their own, racing each other on the window of her
Volvo bus. She had always loved the combination of the evening sky and rain. It
had a charm of its own.,one perfectly complimenting the other.She watched the
rain raindrops glistening, dancing with the light from the lamps outside.
She could hear one of her favorite songs being played in the radio..Had
she been at home, she knew she would have been humming the song in perfect
harmony with the music of the rain.- the music that brought back with it a lot
of sweet memories. She remembered her vacations spent with her cousins-
sputtering rain water on each other and watching with awe the small fishes
appearing on the tiny canals in front of her grandparents home. She
remembered sitting in the balcony with her coffee mug and hearing a James Blunt
number. She remembered how alluring the rains had looked on the countryside on
many of her train journeys , how they spluttered on its window railings.She
wondered how she could think of a hundred little things at the same time ! The
rain did always cast a nostalgic air about her and somehow she had loved that
too.
Breaking from the thoughts,she
found herself smiling.She looked around feeling embarrassed to check if
anyone had noticed .She had for a fleeting second forgotten where she was.She
had traveled with the rains to a world that lay forgotten somewhere within her.
She returned to reality surprised and pleased to find that she still loved
those small things . She still had that child in her which looked at everything
with open admiration without a streak of doubt and bubbling with innocent questions.She
had never wanted to lose that child in her..Even when she had been advised with
all the practical and tactful ways of the world, she had secretly held on to
that child, its innocence and the carefree love it bestowed on everyone and
everything without a hint of doubt;the child who after tripping for the
umpteenth time still gets up and takes her every step with the same faith as
her first .
Nothing much have changed in the bus since she has boarded it.The faces are
different now ,she noticed , but in a way it's still the same - the
noises and the people.What had really changed was her - something within her.
For some reason,she felt at peace with herself . A feeling of content and
fearlessness spread inside her. She felt like a lost child who had just
returned home , drenched in memories , yet all set for her next journey with a
renewed sparkle in her eyes.
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