Of rain and love
It was on days like these that she wished to soar high in the sky and conquer the world with her love and passion. It was also these days that pushed her under a blanket with a copy of Jaisree Mishra’s ‘Ancient Promises’ and her own chain of dreams beaded together by a thread of ‘could-have-been’s in the paradisiacal alternate universes where she lived with her man, 2 kids and a dog in a house surrounded by trees, love, and peace. Rain clouds, dark and dense, always took her to utopian lands as these. Most were real and in the past. Or were they? She had a habit of imagining things so intensely that the line between fantasies and reality blurred every once in a while. The poor mind had been long fooled into believing in her stories of perfect childhood and romances that followed. This is such a perfect day, she thought. The cool breeze reminded her of the grey rains in Cochin and a coy version of herself from her late teens. Summer rains from then were all about love and ...