Tuesday, November 23, 2010

~Don't threaten me with Love, baby. Let's just go walking in the Rain.~

There is something about rain you know. Something so inexpressible. How come these li’l rain drops when they fall on my window glass leave behind a trail of different stories to linger on for time unknown? Each it's own. Told and untold. Subsequently they join and unjoin and at last fall down forming a pool of some mysterious saga waiting to be unearthed. Pressing my warm body deep against this moist window, I for once again break the equilibrium of peace and mystery that was co-residing in each of these pools when detached from the border of the window pane. Softly enough I annihilate all such mystery pools. How come! They can hold so many emotions in them? Each a world in itself? Anyways!

I look through the window. Towards the other side. So very different from this side of the world. My world. It’s good that there is this glass between you and me. With so much of ease you have crystallized yourself with that other world. Fast and furious. Bright and shinning. I for that matter could never keep my pace up with the world out there. I stumbled every time. All the time. But every time I fell you were there to hold me on. I still feel I can fall again and again even if it means I have to bruise my knees, only if you are there to hold me in your arms. Those kisses, I tell you, were magical.

Baby! Why does rain have to have an element of gloom in it? When the fact is that when it rains my love for you grows manifold! Rain nourishes the earth. And Love is earthy. May be that’s why I enjoy watching the rainfall from this side of the window more. I wonder! What if I can’t hold it back anymore? After all it’s reciprocal. I know you would come running towards me shattering the glass barrier in between.

For one last time, I press myself harder against the glass barrier as if it will give me the warmth of you. Silly, no? Yes! You are right there. Those eyes! Ah! Those twinkling eyes! I know I can always locate them even if you are lost in a crowd. For me you are such an entity... a world in itself of which I was a part. Perhaps still.

Even amid separation we stay close. Could I ask for more?


But wait! Listen! Do you still have that scrap paper safely tucked in somewhere? I vaguely remember those lines by someone unknown, ‘when we pray to God we must be seeking nothing. Nothing.’

***Photograph used is the original work of the Blog Author.


  1. Ahhh...rain, raindrops, rainfall...makes me utterly, foolishly, helplessly, hopelessly romantic...ever..............

    His world and my world are two far different places...yet, there seems no distance at all...if hearts beat the same for each other...

    you're making me feel young here Pree...how could u affect me so much?

    Now I suddenly missed him so much...goshhhh....you are the culprit Pree...PEACE!!! he he he, just kidding!

  2. Thats a beautiful post Preeti. But what I loved most is that photograph. Rain drops have worked really well there. Plus, it compliments the post as well as the title of your blog :)
    Keep writing + Keep clicking :)

  3. What beautiful words to accompany your lovely photo. Raindrops can tell such a wonderful story. I certainly enjoyed yours. Thanks for the inspiration.

  4. I loved your latest creation-stark and straight from the heart!!You are a great photographer, that pic is awesome-the raindrops provide a stunning contrast to the background picture:)

  5. You were so dreamy and creative in imagining things and emotions dear. Hope anything or one hold u might blessed to bear an angle. The glass might separate your love through its solid, but the soaked love will arrive through moisture.

  6. Its just too good..
    Was just so imbibed into the post and was imagining the rain ..

    Loved your blog design.. It just so suits for this post..


  7. i love these words. i wish i could read these aloud!

    nice snap pretty :)

  8. Such a beautiful post, sweetheart.Typical Preeti Style:)
    Rain and the memories it brings along...the nostalgia of the times gone by, the hopes of love and life!

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