How Can I say what has touched me to the core; in her presence I feel young and alive once more. She rescued my soul with her innocent smile. Her color is blue her heart in mine.
This year rains in hyderabad have been long lasting and furious as well. One such days it just started pouring in the evening (Hyderabad monsoon showers for some reason start only in evenings) and it poured its heart out.
I finished my work and prepped up to head back with her, we were in a dilemma as the rain wouldn't relent and after maybe some time of waiting it finally trickled down. We started walking - our home being some 3 odd km away, and without an auto in sight we thought it best to walk some more (as it was already late)
We took a quieter route so to avoid all the traffic showering water on us while passing by; and after walking for a while we realized thanks to the local municipalities relentless efforts to absolutely do nothing - the roads had caved in and there was ankle deep water throughout the rest of the journey ahead. I am not much of a fan of dirty water (or rain water which has touched the ground); it wouldn't bother me so much if it was not the city - but in a dirty city anywhere in India - I feel very ick to carry on,
My beautiful blue friend held my hand; told me to take off my footwear and follow her - and this is probably the first time I was mesmerized by her (it is quite a regular feature nowadays - she never ceases to amaze me and she never every ceases to surprise me!) and a little confused -> should I follow her; my impulsive nature in the past trusting folks who I did know so well had costed me preciously.
Yet I saw her; dazzling on this rainy day (she was wearing formal clothes), her hair long and deliciously wet; her heels on her one hand and her blazer on the other - her backpack well kept and yet calling me to take her hand (How in heaven's sake could I say No!)
She and I walked barefoot on the tarmac road - which again thanks to the municipality was half done - with the tar coming out and causing pain to us city folk - who were not used to walking on our feet alone (Maybe I was a lot more in pain than her).
An hour down and I had one of the most amazing walks and conversations with my friend through rainy streets of hyderabad. She uplifted a dreary weather (cause she loves rains!) and made me really happy to be a part of something simple - a walk in the rain!
We reached home an hour or more later and to my annoyance I found out that I had left my house keys at office (and it was quite a challange now to head back!), I broke open my door somehow with another hour's work (cut the lock) and plonked myself on my bed squarely. I was way tired - but the refreshed experience of being with someone who liked to walk (it is such a simple thing but oh so complicated in today's world) made all the tiredness vanish.
The rains of hyderabad this time around had rejuvenated me, even I love to get wet and muddled in the rain - and the simple presence of a walking partner made it so easy to gain my freedom and innocence again.
(Oh to mention - jogging in the rain as compared to walking is a grand pleasure as well; something I had the perfect company once again for thanks to this magical woman!)
Peace and Joy!