Wednesday, September 18, 2013


"Do you see that orange glow?" she asked him, pointing to a patch of sky over the elevated railway track. "Whenever the sky turns orange at night, it means it is going to rain."

"That orange light?" he looked in the direction of her finger, "That looks to me like the light thrown by the headlamp of a train. Wait and watch, a train must be on its way."

Within moments, a train appeared on the skyline and glided over the chaos of traffic on the ground.

"Look, I told you," he smiled.

She smiled back. Her nose-ring shone under the roadside lamp.

"OK, see you then," she said.

"See you," he said.

Back home, he took out the sheets of paper on which he had scribbled some thoughts the night before. He put them on the bed and went to the kitchen to pour himself a drink. Back in the bedroom, he found the sheets flying. The curtains were up in the air and empty plastic bottles toppled. There were flashes of lightning and then thunder.

He collected the sheets and settled down to write  to the familiar sound of rain.


Desi Babu said...

Awesome writeup!

If someone tells you that it is going to rain, it eventually does. Unless, you are in the hills of Spain, that is.


Anonymous said...

Kuch maja nahi aaya Boss. You have written better in the past. Sex bhi nahi tha...

Anonymous said...

Awesome!, I liked the scene with the touch of mysticism.

Anonymous said...


“While the hero journeys for external fame, fortune, and power, the heroine tries to regain her lost creative spirit… Once she hears the cries of this lost part of herself needing rescue, her journey truly begins.”

- Valerie Estelle Frankel, From Girl to Goddess

when did the man ever accepted that his woman counterpart is more smart and intelligent than him???
when did the woman ever speak out "look IAM..'!!!


Anonymous said...

Thanks for putting it mildly that we men are idiots. And women, the all-knowing goddesses! Enjoyed the post.

Anubhuti said...

I love her nose pin :)

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Shefali Tripathi Mehta said...

it's a poem.

Unknown said...

Thoughts are like clouds and they do deserve a downpour occasionally. "Prediction" is a well perceived prediction!★