I looked out of my window and there were black clouds hovering all around. A patch of grey floated up above my roof. The zephyr blew and touched my face as I stood still. Scrolling on my social media, and seeing posts of rains drenching roads and fields made my heart dance a little. I looked up again and thought…anytime now! The clothes on the string seemed as if they needed help. I rushed out on the veranda and picked them up quickly one by one. 

As I folded the denim blue shirt that he loved, I held it a little close to my bosom. It felt a little like a hug …but then it was just me! I played one of the songs he had sent me when it had poured last season. A smile appeared on my face as those beautiful memories tickled my brain cells. I looked up again, now with irritation and anticipation. Why can’t it just rain? Why does it make me wait? Can it not understand how I loved to watch those tiny drops fall on the green leaves and shine like pearls? It is not meant for me probably! Just like he wasn’t for me! 

I looked deeply into the mirror. I felt someone stand behind me and then slowly he embraced me with his invisible hands. I tilted my head on his shoulders. I felt a peck on my forehead. I could not see anyone in the mirror, but he was there, standing beside me. I felt it.

I kept quiet, turned around, and then looked out of the window again. The white embroidered curtains seemed to have understood what I wanted to convey. There was a rose on the verandah! But how? The door was still not open! The rose wasn’t red, it was bright crimson. Exactly like the ones I love! Only he knew it. Did he …

And then … then it poured suddenly. I smiled and ran to drench myself in it. 

Love,

Chinmayee