Last night before sleep while I was on my last cigarette,
While the storm roared in the dark and candles replaced modernism,
I sat by the window and let the windy moisture cleanse me.
I hesitated but in deep urge, I tasted the rain.
The first rain of the season….
It tasted just the same.
The little girl in me that used to love rain flew back in time…
It was a nostalgic sensation that voyaged all through me.
I missed mum.
It’s been months now.
The last time I visited her, we fought and I returned by the night train.
I missed her clattering bangles,
I missed her anklets resonating her presence.
I missed her cuddles and the charm she carried along,
I missed her like I never missed her before.
I wanted to call her and let her know my love…
No modernism meant no charging points,
And my dead phone had no reason to be out of my bag.
I sat there by the window for ages it seemed,
Remembering old times, nostalgia and dreams.
The tiredness slowly drained out and I felt happier in life,
Happier with all I had,
Happier without all the greed in mind.
Certainly, I did enjoy a very peaceful sleep last night,
No lines of stress and I woke up with a big foolish smile.
I don’t know if it’s the hangover talking or something else
But last night brought back memories, all the truths and lies.