Rain At Day

It started drizzling when the train was passing over the lake brdige. I half closed the windows and kept my left hand on one the window pane to feel the drops. Each drop made a vivid picture on my hand but a very clear portrait inside my mind. I remembered the rainy days as ebbs and tides.

That was a rainy office day and i was sitting diagonally opposite to her and i asked 

"Are you ok "

She replied "Yes"

I was not ready to hear that, because i know she was not. I said "I asked are you ok? and only i know you are not". She replied in a flash 

"Its raining and so is my heart. I feel like to come and hug you. But wont"

Having said that she stood up and walked outside the bay . I know it was to wipe her eyes. She always thought tears where the act of weakness whereas for me tears were the moments of being human. When she returned i looked at her and nodded and she knew what the nod meant. Back home at my 7th floor apartment i sat on the balcony sipping the black tea while my eyes lingered along the cars and bicycles passing through the below road. The sky was ready to pour down and i waited to witness the first drizzle kissing my hand. As i waited she sat besides me and i handed her the cup of black tea. We sat there uttering nothing in a mute universe of ours and when it started drizzling she pulled her chair close to mine and sat alongside me witnessing the rain and the rain water that was slightly forming a small stream of water at the below garden. She said

"I don't feel good"

I said ,"I know ,just stay mute and watch the rain"

She rolled her hand on to my arm and forming a knot she rested her cheeks on my shoulder and i said

"Iam not complete without you" and she bit me on my shoulder and smiled back with minute water particles flashing on her wavy hairs. I smiled back and seldom did i knew then that the daemons inside me where waiting for the perfect timing to steal the smile forever from me.