Virgin Rains

A crime doesn't hide itself. It finds a way to manifest its existence and her guilty appearance was proof enough of her crime. Guilt perhaps is the most conspicuous exhibit of the crime committed, of the violation of law of nature. Her demons did not let her sleep at night. The day was bright but the night was especially cruel; the sky thundered and rain lashed at her window reproving her, even nature reminded her of the deviant that she was. She opened the windows to calm the whipping rain but made way for the chilly wind which entrapped her, suffocating her in the comfort of her own room. The noise of rustling trees, the horrid silence of the streets and the looming specter of her sin haunted her. She could not lay in her bed and sleep peacefully like she had done a night before, not disturbed by the sounds the outside made, not bedeviled by ghost of her act. Her bed, marital bed had failed to provide a good night's sleep, for it had been defiled. It now stood...

It was raining that afternoon. She loved the rains, they can be diabolically haunting and at the same time arouse love or a maddening desire. And the continual rains in the past month had initiated a phase of unaccounted gloom. Or maybe her own melancholy was reflected by nature. She was not overtly attached to him, or so it seemed at the beginning. However, as time passed, their affection deepened. There couldn't have been two people anymore different than them and yet together, yoked by some inexplicable bond. Perhaps she wasn't completely conscious during those moments but even in her current state, one thought possessed her, to be with Harsh. She could hear him calling her. Naina.... in his soft hypnotic voice. His voice always comforted her but today it induced a sense of restlessness. She grew increasingly uncomfortable reminiscing the time spent with him. Those memories seemed an eternity away. A tear rolled down her cheek as the gravity of her situation dawned up...

Ambling around on a moist afternoon Reminded I were of a tale, was it last June? Must be so, a reality surreal than dream Unparalleled it seemed, the story which now I repeat. There he was, not the prince charming of books Wrapped in mist, standing in the unknown. Dared I not venture there alone Fickle was my resolve, I entered there soon. He did croon for me, made me swoon Cliches seemed alive. His aura was such, I did fail to see, I did not know him. Not much. Day and night morphed into one, So powerful was the delusion. How I loved to hear him speak Of his fantasies and experiences, of the worldly knowledge. The deepest of his secrets he used to tell, The fairest ideas he flocked. I poured out my heart, so did he. Was it love? Love must it be. He was standing there again. Charming. As I moved up to kiss, he turned away his lips. "Why did you step back?" I asked. "Why did you come closer?", he wanted to know. And it came back to me, ...

The pitter patter of rain broke my reverie Never did I feel more carefree A leg propped on pillow and movement restricted In the restriction I found the solace I coveted The trees greener and the sky azure I longed to observe and treasure The hush of the nature and the rush of the passer by The birds that fly high The little puppy howling and the old man under the canopy The muddy sidewalk and the colours in virgin panoply A realization came to me It rains often but never could I see The intricacies of the world stage For I had been caught in my chimeric cage I did not have the time or so I said Could not fathom what I had and what fled Even the words are not mine They only come out when I get an inspiration divine

Under all circumstances, it's pretty weird but then what's the harm. Most of the harm had been done at the time of break up so how bad things could get from there. or who knows may be there is a chance of  reconciliation. After all one never looses hopes on first love. So when a chance as delightfully painful as this presents itself, the heart leaps to grab it.Of course with high hopes. Being with him was ethereal, every moment of it seemed surreal and perhaps the break up brought an angle of reality to it. That dream was shattered but I got on the ground again. And that was it! I didn't need or even desire anymore love in my life. Loss of the very first person that you ever loved stays with you, the pain carves a niche for itself in you and flourishes there. For long it seemed it will never fade however, one day suddenly it. The heartache suddenly didn't seem to ache as before. Normalcy was settling in again. But he did come back, after more than a year he did. ...