The sky is grey today and so are the shades of my life; or is there anything more beyond the grey? Or maybe there is just a black and white. I wonder what mystery beholds beyond the world of grey that I am surrounded by. Soon it started raining and I could feel it pounding my face. Rain and tears mingle on my face, salty tracks blending into the fresh sky-fallen trickles. Only the pinkness in my eyes gives a clue to my pain.
There is a vast expanse between us that even though bound by matrimony is not good enough to bind us together. Time has passed by dragging us in between day and months. You are at an arms space from me, but you only seem to be widening the distance from me because I am not your choice? Don’t you wish to walk with me hand in hand just I chose you. You are the ray of hope that I cling upon. I left my bygones that were bruised and tattered; don’t I deserve a chance again? Then why do you forsake me? Will my heart withstand the burden of this pain? The cold rain pierces my pale wet skin. Will it ever glow in love; ‘in your love’? I stood there motionless unperturbed by the heavy downpour that sounded like the sky grumbling for reasons unknown.
The sound of emptiness was disrupted by your footsteps closing in towards me. I stood weakened by the weight of soaked clothes. The harsh rain now obliterated the crystal reflection of the sky and turned it into a disoriented chaos. You moved closer towards me looking straight into my eyes which were now heavy, laden with the rain striking my face. My feet wouldn’t move, though my mind kept telling me to move away from your sight. You stood there drenched and motion-less, a look on your face that never could tell what was running through your mind.
Beginning to turn away from you, I realized you weren’t running for cover. I turned only to be stopped by your voice saying “wait”. I could see your lips curving into the most beautiful smile. This was ‘providence’; my prayers were answered.
Holding my hands and bringing me closer to you, you gently whispered into my ears, “I love you”. Those drops striking our faces weren’t just magical but divine. Each one seemed to be wiping away my pains, anxieties, questions. Moving in closer for the first time our lips were locked together – the world ceased to exist, blurred and indistinct as a wet painting left out in the torrent. When we pulled back, the sparkle in your eyes were like every fantasy I’d ever had of you.
The kiss, the look, a stolen moment that could have just washed away but instead was now set, color-fast and indelible. Though there was no rainbow to paint the sky after he relentless pouring, my life now definitely has more of the colorful shades than just the black and white or the “in between”.