Thursday, 22 May 2014

Malhar

 She  had  always  loved  rain.  Rain  person,  they  even  called  her.  She  would  sit  lost  in  a  world  of  thoughts,  looking  out of  the  barred  window  watching  the  clouds  pour  down  from  above.  She  would  then  question  this  love  of  hers.  Rain?  No.  It  couldn’t  be  the  rain  she  loved.  Her  eyes  searched  for  answers.  Beyond  the  bars.  In  the drops  that  pooled.  In  the  drops  that  reluctantly  hung  on  to  the  rods.  In  the  fragrance  of  heaven  the  drops  gifted  the  earth.   And  slowly  her  heart  would  read  the  void  that  filled  the  raindrops  from  within.  She  would  run  her  fingers  over  the  bars  and  passionately  let  them  absorb  remnants  of  the  shower.  She  would  feel  the  moistness  speaking  to  her.  They  had  found  answers  for  her.  It  was  the  hope  that  a  rainbow  would  bloom  after  the  shower,  she  loved.  Like  a  smile  that  wiped  away  mist  off  eyes.  Rainbow.

 Rainbows  have  always  fascinated  her  as  much  they  puzzled  her.  But  she  loved  them  above  all.  The  colors  smiling  brightly.  The  different  shades  they  hid.  The  serenity.  Bliss  lasting  for  mere  moments.  Though  a  glee  of  mere  moments,  she  could  love  them.  The  moments  gifted  to  her  after  the  downpours  she  felt  would  sink  her  life.  The  moments  that  sought  no  returns  from  her.   But  none  knew  her  as  the  Rainbow  person.


 It  was  Amma  who  had  drawn  for  her  a  rainbow  first  time  ever.  Its  colors.  Later  another  evening  it  was  lying  on  her  lap,  she  had  seen  for  the  first  time,  a  rainbow  spread  wings  in  the  sky. 


 The  memory  of  the  rainy  night  would  always  haunt  her.  Like  words  in  the  missing  pages  torn  off  the  book  you  were  reading.  You  could  never  let  yourself  not  think  of  it.  The  words  you  have  missed.  The  feeling  of  helplessness  that  haunted.  Listening  to  the  rain  fall  mercilessly  on  the  roof  she  had  tried  to  sleep  through  the  night.  Least  she  knew  sleep  too  was  floating  over  puddles  of  water.  Taking  along  many of  what she called  her's.  Away  from  her.   


 Amma’s  shriek.  For  a  moment  she  felt,  Amma  and  rain  were  playing  games.  They  competed  to  be  heard  loudest.  Nature  always  emerged  victor  over  humans.  With  a  gasp  her  Amma  accepted  defeat  and  surrendered  life.   It  rained.  Heavily.  In  and  out.  The  midwife  handed  over  to  her  a  little  rainbow.  Blood  red.  Cuddled  in  a  white  cloth.  As  she  held  him  in  her  hands,  her  rainbow  blinked. 


 He  grew  beneath  her  shade.  Every  time  his  eyes  shed  tears  for  mother,  her  heart  longed  to  wipe  off  vestiges  of  that  rainy  night.  Her  hands  would  reach  for  his  face.  And  she  would  dry  his  face,  letting  her  fingers  go  wet.  And  a  smile  would  dawn.  His  lips  would  curve  and  eyes  would  glow.  She  knew  it  as  the  beautiful  rainbow  in  the  skies  of  her  heart. 


 Rains  and  rainbows  came  and  went  by.  Her  love  yet  too  strong.  Yet  too  deep.  Came  along  another  rainy  evening  she  would  never  forget.  


 There  were  still  things  years  couldn't  change.  He  was  lying,  head  on  her  lap.  And  he  repeated  his  question  for  a  4th  time.  Her  eyes  were  but  wandering  among  the  drops  beyond  the  bars.  She      hoped  they  would  find  an  answer  for  her.  Again.  “What  would  be  the  name  for  my  novel?”  His  question  drowned  in  the  chatter  of  rain.  She  but  didn't  knew  why  he  wanted  her  to  christen  his  first  child.  The  child  he  labored.  Out  of  his  soul.  


 Malhar.  She  breathed.  Malhar - the  music  of  clouds, would be the name.  The  music  that  celebrated   the  yet  to  come  rainbows.  He  planted  a  kiss  on  her  wrinkled  forehead.  Another  rainbow  adorned  her  sky  as  he  smiled. 



And world  yet  again  called  a  rainbow  person,  rain  person.

20 comments:

  1. Very delicately you brought up the emotions....amazing narration. Had a great read 😃

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    1. And I'm super happy with the comment :D Thank you and welcome to the blog :)

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  3. Beautifully penned. What a beautiful correlation of events with rain! Liked it so much.

    Vinayaka Vidhya

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    1. Thank you so much Vidhya for dropping by and leaving that lovely comment :)

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  4. Lovely story with deep feelings.

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  5. I don't remember which film it was that gifted us this beautiful song 'Innumente kannuneeril ninnorma punchirichu, eeran mukil malakalil indradhanussenna pole...'! When I read through the story my eyes became moist and I was reminded of this song.Great Paru, keep it up.

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    1. Why did I just feel this was Ma'm? Thank you so much :D And this is a comment I would cherish forever. Partly cause I believe this is your comment Ma'm. :D *The words just made my day*

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  6. Hi Pravathy,
    Got to know about the changed theme of blog. Since monsoon is commencing so change the template according to it...like umbrella, rains, clouds, coffee, window pane with droplets :)
    I read this post again... Beautiful it is!! :)

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    1. Hey dear! You too are a lover of rain. Those words just told me that :) Glad you dropped in here to see the changes :D

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  7. wow!! beautiful... I just loved it.. Itz my first time visit here and guess what it made me smile.. I can find myself in the first para of this post! the feelings, love of rain, rainbows, window pains and the thoughts!!! You are amazing! loved it.. keep going!

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    1. Hey Anjali :) Welcome to the blog. Your words just made me blush you know! Thank you so so so much. And about the love for rain, the feelings, window etc. I must say that then we are a lot similar :) Big Thanks for those words :) :D

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  8. Hi.. I have passed on the Liebster Award to you.. check it out here.. http://pratikshya-magicmoments.blogspot.in/2014/07/another-award-for-blogging.html

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  9. Parukutty, your words are magical ketto? Malhar... eeshwara, no words. I could literally smell that manvaasana, as the drop fell on the earth. I closed my eyes and tried to inhale that air. Malhaar, it would be a fantastic novel when it comes out. :)

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    1. Vinay, you know something?? Your words are killing me with joy :) Aa perinod nik vallatha ishtaan Meghamalhar :)

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