You’re not alone when you’re walking in the rains, sheltered under an umbrella. There is the constant chatter of the raindrops falling on the rooftop. Pitter-patter, they go on and on. Sometimes (quite often in a city like Mumbai), their chatter often becomes highly abusive, if its pouring. Their grievances, their trials and tribulations…Oh, you feel like turning the umbrella over and mouthing them a few from your own vocabulary.
“Who?” I asked, puzzled and pleasantly tickled by his presence.
“She, who loves the rains!” Tapku was bubbling with excitement.
“Who doesn’t love the rains, eh? Especially with people like you around, tickling my earlobes as if they were the folds of your…”
“Shut up!” he interrupted. “You very well know whom I’m talking about.”
I pretended to lift one of my fingers to shove him off on to the street, when – “Stop!! Stop, you son of a bitch! At least hear out the message. Then do whatever you want,” he said, frightened. “I was blessed to rest on her lips as she whispered the message to me for the first time,” he said, blushing.
“After a long days.”
Silence. Tapku was smiling triumphantly.
“What??” I asked, confused than ever before.
“That’s it!” he said, smiling and pattering his eyelids.
“What was the message?” I asked, firmly this time.
“After a long days,” he said, again. “That was the message.”
“Huh?? What am I supposed to make out of it?” I asked, now irritated. Honestly, I hadn’t hoped for something as nonsensical as this.
“Romantic, my ass,” I answered disgustedly. “Now, I know what’s your degree of romance.”
“You do?” he jumped, eager than ever before. “Then, tell me,” he beckoned, slowly tickling me cheeks, “what is my degree of romance?”
“Piss off,” I said. And I flung him off my cheek.
Raindrops, I tell you. Every drop with its mildish tenderness, cajoles moments out of your memory. And as you ruminate on them, as to why he / she said so and how they said it, you find yourself, smiling, frowning or even giggling. A walk in the rain is not merely an exercise dodging potholes, but also an exercise jogging across those memories, once in a while. As she rightly said – After a long days. On this occasion, it was said by a friend of mine, not exactly a master in English verbiage, but yet she wanted to put across the thought of meeting after a long time.