I was standing there, watching the huge drops of rain racing down from up above the sky. It was dark and you could even hear the noise of the water falling and flowing. I stretched my hands out, just to wet my hands and then suddenly withdrew. I was dressed in my suit and didn’t want to get wet. The tiny droplets in the wind didn’t spare me. How I wish I had an umbrella.
None of them had, you know the once that were standing beside me. It had come all of a sudden and here we were all stuck. Suddenly I wanted an umbrella. Not just an umbrella, but the moment. I would have this long, huge grandfather like one in violet colour. I would then come up to you and ask, shall I. hesitantly you would node your head, and we would step in.
It is always better that the person holding it put the other hand around the person. No, It kind of protects the other person from being pushed out of our little roof. However large your umbrella is two people tend to go in different directions. I can always feel the warmth that you exuberate. Here we have two souls moving in unison step by step, trusting each other and taking care of each other…
2 comments:
'Not just an umbrella, but the moment.' Liked it!
And the title's too good too.
@Soul >>> geee :P thanks ... i thought u might notice "our little roof" & "souls"
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