Rain… not just brings back memories, but also creates memories. ‘A Night to Remember’ our next selection in the writing prompt #Raindropsonpaper by Shoma Abhayankar.
I stood staring out of the window, not very happy to see the heavens pouring down. It had been raining since last two days…the roads, clogged with plastic packets everywhere, looked like big drains…Hundred thoughts wrestled in my mind… power outages had left inverter overworked, washed clothes had not dried and maid was on an infinite leave….I stared at load of house-chores without any human or electric gadget for help….
All of a sudden, Shashank, in a rare romantic mood snuggled up from back, nuzzling at my ear…planting little kisses on my neck….
“Remember…?” He whispered.
“What..?” Though distracted by his tickling nose, my brain was still thinking about the looming mountain of workload!
“Ummm….” he nibbled on my ear sending a sweet shiver…..“Our first kiss! It was raining as much that day and you were so nervous!!”
Yes… I did remember. How could I forget my first ever kiss…. it was only weighed down under responsibilities and duties of married life. A little dusting and the memory showed up like fresh dew drops on the early morning leaves.
Love seems much sweeter with little stolen moments…
Our families being friends, we had seen each other grow up. We had teased, fought and consoled each other till our families shifted to new cities…. We lost touch for many years.
Six years later, we met as two young adults; he a freshly commissioned fighter pilot posted somewhere in Punjab and me, pursuing a college degree in Nagpur. He sought me out and landed at my college hostel…..And I was secretly thrilled at his impulsive act!
Bogged with a nervous energy and loss of appropriate words, we only managed to convey that each of us had been thinking about the latter all through those years….We parted as friends again and began the journey of really knowing each other through letters which still lie in a box at home…
Six months rolled by in proclaiming our love through letters before he managed to take leave again…..since our second meeting had the benefit of acknowledged feeling towards each other, so the whole day was spent in holding hands, silly laughter, coy smiles and shy longing gazes….just like they show in movies!
By evening when I dropped him at airport, heavens conspired in our favour… sending dark clouds over-burdened with rain. It was a deluge….and the flights were cancelled!
To my pleasant surprise, he returned at my hostel gates dripping wet and grinning sheepishly…
“I forgot to kiss you!” is all he said. Scooping me up, he kissed like there was no tomorrow….sudden, fiercely passionate lingering kisses soaking wet with millions of raindrops… our love sealed with the first kiss, stolen from the world, right on the road!!
Not only did the raindrops on my windowpane, bring memories alive, they also had recreated a perfect setting for a romantic rendezvous.
And just like that our lips locked again….
An ex-architect, now a stay-at-home mom, Shoma Abhyankar taps into her creative side by blogging, writing poetry, painting, baking and making cards,candles and chocolates. She has two articles published at Women’s Web and one recently on Huffingtonpost India. She is a staunch supporter of women’s rights; hates liars and cockroaches (in that order only) and loves to read and be read! She writes at