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Sunday, June 22, 2014

Perspectives


The cool breeze that touched her face gave her a warning, it was going to rain soon. Radha tried hard to pull herself from the warm bed and rubbed her eyes as she looked out of window - Sky was getting darker, clouds were approaching fiercely. She was wide awake now, she ran towards terrace, to get all dry clothes.

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Varun took his cycle out of the parking area, put his helmet on and was about to leave office. His intuition said he should take office bus but his health-conscious-mind wanted him to ride cycle. He looked at the dark cloudy sky and hoped that it shouldn't rain till he reached his flat. Well, obviously he was wrong.

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Chaitra was gazing out of window. A day off from work was really worth it. She was so longing for rain. Her whole day was productive and now the rain would make it one perfect day.

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Radha was heading towards kitchen. Mentally she was checking her to-do-list and her next task was to prepare snacks for kids. She smiled to herself and started getting ingredients ready. It started raining heavily and it really didn't bother her. She was confident, her kids would reach home safe and soon.

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"Bloody traffic", muttered Varun. He couldn't find enough bad words to curse the traffic. He tried all bad words in his mental dictionary but it neither cleared the traffic nor reduced the heavy rain. He was all wet, frustrated and worse, he was on cycle. He yelled, "I hate Rain"... "I hate Bangalore"...

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Chaitra was enjoying her new playlist, she was playing all her favorite Rain songs, she was happy. She cooked herself a hot bowl of soup and fried a bowl of fresh pop-corn. She sat again beside the big glass window, watching rain drench the window... she drew patterns on the misty glass. She was lost in her own fantasy.. She savored the hot soup and whispered -"I love Bangalore Rain".

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Hot Pakodas were ready to be served. Radha kept milk for boiling. Her ears were waiting to hear the calling bell ring but all she heard was only rain and thunders.

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Finally Varun reached his flat. He parked his cycle and ran inside. He dried himself, got fresh, brewed hot coffee and opened his laptop. In few minutes, a sick-leave mail was ready to be sent to his manager. He took a sip of hot black coffee and thought to himself, he had to leave Bangalore soon and he was damn sure about it.

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Radha was in balcony, she was all worried and looking towards the apartment entrance. Every passing second seemed an hour. Her face said she was panicking. Few minutes passed and then she saw the yellow bus. Her face glowed with the relief, as if her kids were back alive from a war. However the moment of relief was interrupted by a smell. She ran inside, she could smell the milk and she knew, it was late. She got busy in kitchen. Later she fed her kids, pampered them and her to-do list was ready with another task.

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There were people out there, some enjoying rain- celebrating it, cherishing every drop. Some were hating it - for all the inconveniences they had to suffer due to rain. Also there were some people who were completely indifferent.
There were romantic dates, hot coffees shared with loved ones and some moments where rain made it even more beautiful. On the other side there were cancelled meetings, spoiled parties and delayed buses....

Rain is beautiful, it's romantic..
Rain creates problems, it messes things up...
May it is all of them... May be it is none of them..

It continued raining... Heavily..With thunders and lightening.......