The Rain Told Me..

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I was walking past pillars in a usually crowded marketplace one evening, after the city had been washed over by a breezy drizzle of petal like rain. That evening the stream of people walking past me had been lighter than usual. I felt as if someone called out to me and I turned my neck to the left almost involuntarily in reflex. There was no one, just the glowing signboards of stores in the near distance. There was no one, but I was left with an urge to smile. It was as if I was receiving a message in a new language; one that I was learning to comprehend just in that moment.

I then turned my neck to the right, this time less involuntarily. There were women’s apparel’s stores of some semi-famous brands. For some reason, the most ordinary of dresses looked blossomingly beautiful to me. It was as if the bright colours of blue and green fabric took off like colonies of birds from those clothes and flew past me, colouring the air around me in their mild freshness.

I did not understand what, but something was causing a sudden uplift to my mood. I had had a series of bad days at work, which showed no signs of any improvement soon. A batch of those days when no matter how hard you try, no matter which remaining reservoir of energy you tap into, the pile of tasks in front of you just adamantly refuses to budge. Some of those days in fact, when the pile instead seems to be on a resolve of bullying you to the edge of your breaking point. I was indeed, at the wits’ very end.

The rain drops, the cool air, the drenched stone floor, the scurrying birds and the gentle moonlight getting reflected off puddles on the road – they all got together to somehow tell me to just ‘be’. I understood not what language they were using, but communicating with me, they were. They held my attention for a fraction of a second and urged me to be present right there, in that moment at the rain-washed market. I let myself comply, hesitatingly at first but effortlessly the next second.

In some ways, when I look back now, it felt like a part of my future self had found a way to reverse time travel to smile at me and to urge me to keep going on.

Whatever it was, the way I remember it is that the rain came down in the veil of the drizzle and whispered to my being, that a beautiful tomorrow was yet to come.