When sounds started coming from outside, I turned my head back
from the tv screen and looked towards the glass door. It was raining outside; clam
bright blue skies gave way to darker angry clouds and noises. Soon that vast
empty space was filled with little drops of water, followed by a train of the
same. I slowly walked towards the door; opened it; and walked to the balcony to embrace
the cool wind. After a while, I opened the doors on the other side and took the
stairs to reach outside; to see the full fury of summer rain. On my right
corner and dead three was standing tall without any leaves. A couple of white-colored birds kissed and said goodbye to that tree.
At a distance, on the backside, migrant workers shed were
drenched by rain; heavy winds hit hardly on its rood made of silver-colored metal
sheets. Water filled with mud formed two small streams on both sides of those
sheds. A sad sight to see. Building work was supposed to be started sometime
back, but COVID outbreak hold it back and laborers were stuck in those tiny
metal sheds. I walked towards the other side, there were 4 - 5 pairs of young
parents, standing with their kids and talking to each other in Hindi. They let
their kids walk a bit to the rain. By this time, rain almost finished her
dance; she ran back and hid behind clouds. Those tiny little angels were so happy
to hit with the nectar of life above. Two different sights of life...
Sajeev
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