It was a heavy afternoon and it was so, for more than a single reason. To start things off, it was a Tuesday. Tuesdays generally tend to be heavy. However, we as a race have gotten terribly used to its overpowering weigh
t, so much so, that these days, Tuesdays don’t seem insatiably heavy out of the way anymore. Think about it.
This particular Tuesday was heavier than the others of its pack, for certain other causes too. It was the annual Islamic fest of Eid-Ul-Fitr, and every other co-existent human being was busy indulging in the surprisingly dreadful act of doing nothing, while hoping for dear life that whatever that has been gorged inside, would soon enough, triumph in the complicated life process of digestion. It was also a frightfully humid Tuesday, which made it all the more heavy. On top of all that, the weather bim
bo had thought aloud that morning on television that the possibility of a slight drizzle could neither be ruled out, nor in on second thoughts.
So, I was on the same rickety transport back home after a sumptuous eat-all-that-don’t-bite-back fest, and I clearly remember plugging in Yanni – Pure Moods Meditation Angel II.
Life was good.
Here I was, perfectly if not a tad uncomfortably, stuffed, after having successfully laid claim to the window seat, listening to some good soothing music on a public holiday. Life could not be better.
Just as I was entertaining perfectly innocent thoughts about the morning weather bimbo, my ridiculously smiling face was moistened slightly. Fresh drizzling raindrops.
Life had just gotten better. I smiled.
“Ah, Rain…!” I thought.
A couple of drops, a few again and then a few more too, wetted my visage in quick succession and I found it easy to keep up my ridiculous smile at nature’s poetry.
The jolly good fellow reached over and pulled down the shutter-guard of the window, annoyed evidently, by the unexpected development. Maybe he hadn’t paid much attention to the weather bimbo.
I smiled at him, while he said, “That girl in the window seat up front just vomited.” I nodded and made a mental note of thanking the jolly good fellow.
“So, what was I thinking?...
Ah, Rain….. OH FUCK !”
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