It has been raining relentlessly for the last four hours, raining like the skies ran out of storage space to accommodate more water. It was supposed to be mid June, summers reigning mercilessly over the plains. And yet it has been raining today.
Such change in weather has been seldom seen, especially over the last few years, when even the monsoons flew past the unnoticed, parched skies. The skies had been prejudiced against any color in sky that could bring the tiniest of hopes of quenching the land and its people below. Fluffy whites had lingered in desolation and dispersed for many months now.
Overwhelmed and overrun, the gates had broken, giving way to the pent up release. Almost sharp and hard hitting arrow like droplets had been incessantly showering in an attempt to sink deeper into earth’s skin.
She hadn't noticed him at all; along with the rest of the things, he had been sitting there for almost an hour as he watched her drawn away by the rain. She was the only person in his eyes all this time, he was so lost in her, oblivious to the world - just like her, only he was watching the lockes of her hair breaking and oscillating for a while before eventually breaking down into stillness, somewhere over her tender face.
His eyes moved with her curls just like her’s followed the droplets. He wasn’t in a very comfortable posture. Arms folded on the thin rim of the chair and the chin resting on his arms, he observed her inquisitively, never minding his tired arms which might have started to hurt because of the pressure of the narrow rim. Watching her at peace mysteriously brought a bright smile on his face of which, even he wasn’t aware of.
Rain on the window as sunshine is her face,
Her gleaming radiances such, am transfixed in my place,
The golden lockes sneak out, to glimpse her beauty,
As they gingerly swing, tending to her grace.
A break in the spell of the rains brought her out of her reverie. He had no idea how long he had been looking at her, without blinking. Even if he blinked, he certainly couldn't recall doing so. When she moved her head and looked at him, she saw his gleaming smile. She smiled back quizzically and that in turn, broke his spell too.
“Even Mona Lisa would have shied away today”, he flirtingly said without recovering from his leaning posture.
She smiled slightly and turned to the other side, hiding her smile from him.
“And?”, she was still listening.
“And, and Michelangelo would have surely dumped her as his subject for that beautiful masterpiece!”
It worked! She laughed loudly and slowly came to him, never once looking away as their eyes communicated in mischief.
She lovingly ruffled his hair, whispering coyly in his ears, “But honey, Mona Lisa was painted by Da Vinci.”, and headed for the television where her son was constantly clicking the remote control.
She smiled slightly and turned to the other side, hiding her smile from him.
“And?”, she was still listening.
“And, and Michelangelo would have surely dumped her as his subject for that beautiful masterpiece!”
It worked! She laughed loudly and slowly came to him, never once looking away as their eyes communicated in mischief.
She lovingly ruffled his hair, whispering coyly in his ears, “But honey, Mona Lisa was painted by Da Vinci.”, and headed for the television where her son was constantly clicking the remote control.
He scratched his temples lightly in an attempt to hide his face and bit his tongue lightly before breaking out into a wide smile.
“Coffee?”
“Coffee?”
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