The November rain touched the woods and there I saw not a single soul on the streets. I wondered how extremely false those lines were that i wrote in my 7th standard, under the phrase "A rainy day". I would cry my heart out if I were to find out what stopped people from getting wet in rain. I slowed down near a Bus Stop for a smoke. I realized I forgot and left the lighter in the tram cabin. Pretty annoying, surely. A hell lot of rainfall without a smoke.. November hadn't been much good to me. I lost a job, turned down two offers and finally landed in a so called nostalgic tram cabin and now I lost a smoke too. I sat on the old bench at the Stop and kept on glancing at the nearby street lamp. The slanting beads of pearls lined the scenario. The wet broken road shined under the lamp's blessing. I don't know what exactly was on my mind. I just drowsed in critical confusions of nostalgia, digging up the soil of my heart. I realized there are many such situations which reflects past...like a long old quaint aroma surrounds you in such a night. You go back in time to fit in the piece to a long forgotten memory. I realized I was feeling a bit cold. The November rain brings in such sweet memories. For how many of you still make sailboats with paper and make them sail in such a bliss and feel upset when then crash down midway? A handful, may be. The sky sobs but it never questioned for the moon's absence in its heavenly atmosphere. It's an eternal feeling of understanding how one can unlove someone who has acquired a greater slice in your heart. It will take a life time to stop missing someone you love. Or may be a lifetime isn't enough for that. May be unloving isn't hard in some other reality where fire can be melted to wood and wind can be burnt down to ashes. I saw a man on a cycle in such an hour. Perhaps,his business allowed him a tight schedule today! But his smiling face on his half broken bicycle won my heart. He went far and disappeared.
Sitting there I fell into a kind of trance. It was quarter to 8 p.m. The rain gave no sign of stopping on such a bright and sunny day.
I don't know if it was all real but I thought I recovered from it 2 years back. Delusional disorder.