Lost In The Raindrops

Sitting on my desk against the light of the moon that comes through the window, my thought process percolates to those marvelous little moments, which are sine qua non for the better part of one’s personality. Be it the faintest recollection of playing cricket in those same old narrow streets outside my house or be it studying the entire night only to escape the exam the following morning. This plethora of feelings is not alien to anyone.

Amidst the lull, so many things happen that hardly do we wait to ponder upon their discrete subtleties that in itself have the power to maneuver the things so swiftly yet so inconspicuously. I call them the silent drops that fall on a quiet winter day. Many a times we ignore them and set our foot to our usual routine, allowing ourselves to feel their presence in the slight wetness. And when along with the chilly wind, the weather looks ominous; we decide to stay under the shelter, watching the same drops drawing a question mark on the glass window.

Every little step that we take, ever single word that comes out of our mouth frowns upon snap decisions and impetuous behavior, and it cannot be gainsaid that those tiny adhering to situations bring out the best in every one of us. It takes a long time and most of the world to learn what we know about love and fate and the choices we make, but the heart of it comes in an instant when we are struggling with our backs against the wall. When instead of meditating upon the nature of good and bad, instead we plunge into that rain.

You can be watchful and carry an umbrella, yet you can still listen to the sounds of placid raindrops. Their purpose is not to wet you but to make you feel their fragile tranquility. Unluckily we are not in the moment; we are never in the moment. We are always ahead of ourselves planning for our demise. ‘Cause if we were or if we are, we would allow that raindrops to fall on our head and refresh our mood. And in that refreshed mood, we would be dancing all our way through. Because life is not about one big leap or one big shot, it’s about living every single second as it comes and listening to every single raindrop that falls, silently yet so conspicuously...