It was a strange afternoon, no doubt. The sun grinned from the west, making shadows in strange corners and bouncing off whitewashed walls while the eastern sky was dark and premonitory with a sinister turbulence. I was walking home contemplating this contrast and hoping for a rainbow.
First an apprehensive drop hit my earlobe. I continued to walk. The next landed on my cheek. The women coming out of the shop held out their palm and lightheartedly exclaimed, “Hurry! It’s starting to rain!”. I continued to walk. I felt a drop on my eyebrow, then on my nose, then two drops at once and before I could register that I had lost count, it had started to rain.
In the ephemeral darkness of a blink, the world composed it self from scratch. The veil of twilight fell upon reality. Dark manly clouds roamed the skies with silent domination. I was walking in a ghost town lack-love and abandoned even by the colorful clothes on the wires. The rain fell, making mirror of the endless river of dead asphalt. The storm agitated benign trees with murderous intent. There will be no rainbow, the thunder roared.
When drops fell, a pestilential mist rose like apparitions from the dead land. I was enveloped in the silence of the collective suicide of millions of drops ending the journey conceived in the celestial womb with one futile splat. In that moment I was simultaneously nowhere and everywhere. Someone had taken my essence and stirred it into the soul of the universe. I was an inanimate boulder sitting by an ocean. I was turbulence of the tides. I was the widowed wind. I was a speck of dust in the Sahara. I was simultaneously nothing and everything.
I was in that violent whirlpool when I felt your tap on my shoulder. I navigated through the various shades of darkness, through the various depths of the ocean, through the relentless currents, thorough the heart of boulders and through the very soul of the universe back to the reality of downpour. I realized that I had forgotten that I was walking. I realized that I had been shivering. The world was sad with the bittersweet nostalgia for the sun. The collective longing of mankind for a warm cup of coffee, for a dry towel and for an inviting blanket was as palpable as the fragrance of your neck.
With that shock, the first thing I noticed was your blue umbrella. Next, I noticed how you extended the horizons of that sky that was your blue umbrella and sheltered me from the many angry needles which had dived from the the empyrean imagination only to land on the wet hair of a clumsy boy lost in his madness. I noticed how your shoulder touched mine with a wink. I noticed how, with a small smile, you extended your definition of solitude to contain me. I noticed how you silently swore eternal complicity.
It was when you smiled, and when I smiled back, that I decided the little sky of your umbrella was too small for two people and squeezed you into me. In my arms, I noticed how you were the glorious bouquet of every flower in the universe, how you were the fragrance of the forbidden apple, how your lips blossomed with the smile of rainbows and how you were God’s favorite memory. Without really noticing it, I noticed how you became my warm coffee, my dry towel, my blanket and my bed, how you became my own stretch of a cloudless blue sky forever over my head.
Taken from his blog at nirav.com.np