Water Drops

Since childhood I had loved to play with water. The cold wet sensation added to the thrill of being able to put my hand “through” some kind of super-malleable object in the container in front of me. In fact I liked water so much that the rainy season was my favourite amongst all. My favourite scene was the rain pouring down on all greenery that used to border the little pond in front of my house. I loved to see the droplets coalescing and falling off the tip of the green green foliage into the pond filling it to the brim. I thought that my joys could only be understood and shared by the geese who called the pond “Home”. My coveted pastime stamped authoritatively on my passion for water..it was walking on the green grass wet with dew.

It is such a crazy longing for water that was in my heart that when I grew up I literally fell in love with Water. Seasons came and seasons went but some of the rain clouds lingered over me providing me with a continuous drizzle. I was very happy. However it was often forecasted that the clouds won’t last for long. The sun would shine brightly. Sometimes the clouds would become wisps of white cotton and float overhead; there was no rain, but a sense of security that it had not deserted me altogether. For I could not survive without Water, no one can. And it was my rain. Sometimes in the rainy seasons the clouds grew thick and dark and loomed large over me. I felt a serene sense of peace in the cold moist embrace and felt that it would never let go.

Yet one day the wind blew hard and my white clouds fleeted around me. The sun shone down upon us. My cloud seemed to plead to me to somehow make it wet again, somehow make it moist again. But I could not figure out how. And so it happened that in front of my very own eyes, my love the Rain and the cloud started wilting away, till only a trace was left. I tried to cling on to it and stretched my arms skyward. The cloud, now a faint wisp was powerless and was evaporating fast as it raced upward. I touched it! What was it?!? It moistened my hand. The cloud had disappeared but it left my palm wet with the last few drops of rain that were mine and solely mine. I tried to clench my fist lest the cruel sun lap it up as well. But to my utter horror and dismay I found the drops of water trickling away between my fingers. I tried to protect it desperately with both hands, but the Water knew its course. It was being pulled elsewhere and it kept trickling away from between my fingers. And suddenly I realized my palms were dry and rough. They had never felt so coarse before. I had lost my love. My love had pleaded before me, yet I could do nothing to save it.

Miraculously even today I still have my Rain, but unfortunately the clouds today are my own eyes…………..