That little monsoon saga

He arrived in like the wind that brings in the dark clouds which relieves from all that heat and dust and pours its heart into the world. Knowing him was like that pleasant breeze that touches you and leaves behind its fragrance upon you. Meeting him was like those times when you eagerly wait for those clouds to shower upon you. Talking to him was like the soft thunders which feel like music to your ears. Walking with him was like a stroll in the rain; getting drenched in him, with him. He brought with him, the monsoons.. the favourite season of mine. Really.

Liking him was instant and inevitable. He came in with that child like smile and persona which took me back five years from my own existence. He charmed me with his constant chatter, for me, being such a devout listener. Every time the drops rolled down the sky, my heart fluttered, just like it did when it came to seeing him or meeting him. It was so ridiculous of me for setting my heart upon something so fleeting and momentary. After all, monsoons lasted hardly a month or so. But I had decided that it will be okay. With the clouds the feelings will fly away too giving way for the harsh sun of reality. It would be like a month long dream, more aptly a reverie.

Days passed by with the lingering company of him almost every day side by side with me, hand in hand. He was like the light I was like the shadow, or it can be vice versa. I was like the whiff and he was like the breeze that blew it far away. We were like the magnet.. poles apart but still drawn to each other somehow.

This tale had a perfect beginning. Now all it needed was an ideal ending.  The time spent with him is going to beautifully haunt me ever after. The days with him filled me with excitement and delight which will be difficult to overlook in the times to come. That timed romance with him was the best I had had in the longest time. I won’t regret for what happened at that moment but I will regret that it wouldn’t persist. He came in like the wind that brought the rains and he left the same way and he drenched me in it thoroughly. I would take it as an episode out of my not-so-perfect book of life. Maybe it would come back like the perfect weather that comes back every year for a month or so. Or maybe not. I still wouldn’t be sad. What we had was enough for this life. Perhaps in the parallel universe it’s already done.

A girl can always dream. In my case, with open eyes.