Inner Wall

It had been a long time- I hadn't stalked his Instagram profile, I didn't open our old chats, I didn't view his WhatsApp DP and I didn't take his name; his memories didn't haunt me, for over months. Yeah - and all that, until yesterday! 

It was barely 4pm when the sky was black and vengeful and dark clouds were hovering around. I reckoned that I won't be able to reach home timely as I anticipated a heavy downpour. Subsequently, a tinkling sound came to my ears as the first pearls of rain dropped onto the ground. A sheet of rain passed over and the sound intensified. A homely, baked-earth smell rose from the land as it was washed and cleansed by the dewy tears of summer rain. Petrichor, the smell of the first rains after a dry spell, rose like a miasma. No sooner did I find a shelter than I went under the shed of a closed medicine shop as I saw the traffic gradually thinned. With nobody around, it seemed as the rattling melody of rain and the howling sound of those chilly gusts of wind were the only exuberant elements there. Apparently, the bitter cacophony of the world was soaked into the rhythmic euphony of the rain. 

After a few minutes, my eyes were suddenly glued to my left when I saw a guy whom I knew since years but....No we don't talk anymore! Peeping through the pages of innocent love engulfed with regretful agony from the corner of my subconscious mind, I was taken aback the memory lane. Precisely there were some vivid flashbacks as I rode a rollercoaster of emotions. But nah, this time it was different. Those evocations didn't hurt me anymore with the pain that he had inflicted on me. Gladly, it convinced me that I've finally learnt accepting the past and I'm over him. The pain changed me. He was just another chapter I had needed to close and move on.

By then, the rain had ceased. I decided to depart rather than just wasting time in recollections. But, this time I didn't feel the urge to turn and look back. With a sigh of relief, I walked away without halting, just like another stranger. 

Also, this time it is not just another apologetic writeup; but words scribbled with the ink of solace.

Yes, this time it is absolutely different

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