HE MEETS HER....

...And the rain fell....pitter patter...

She looked out of the window...at the dark wet world outside. The raindrops fell on the asbestos sheet above the window...with the same montonous tone....patter pitter..pitter patter.It seemed to her that the raindrops where trying to tell her something...as if they where communicating with her....consolling her... telling her that everythng would be ok....

The darkenss of her room surrounded her,like a blanket..protecting her from her realities which now seemed like a dream to her....a horrible dream...from which she cudnt wake up. The darkness was comforting ...

...But after a while, even this darkeness semeed to b suffocating her.It was closing in on her....stuffing her ...she felt an overwhelming feeling of nausea...she felt breathless and dizzy,the usual signs preceding the nervous breakdowns. She closed her eyes tightly..her wet eyalashes touching her tear stained face... she had closed her eyes to hide from the darkness surrounding her...only to enter the world of renewed darkness within her....

The events of the preceeding day replayed in her mind like a scene from an old movie-her dad waitng in the sitting room with a sullen cruel face,her mom returning late from the office....dad accusing her mom..of ..of....her mom crying....her elder sister shouting at her dad for accusing mom....her dad slapping her mom and sister...forcing them out of the house. It all seemed so unreal now...Yet..she had witnessed it all;helpless and shocked she had stood at the doorway,watching her family fall apart....she hadnt done anythng...she hadnt stopped them...she cudnt stop them....and now...she was alone.......

.the rain fell on the asbestos above her window...pitter patter pitter patter....

She knew she should be crying now....she felt like crying too....but even her tears seemed to have abandoned her.As a last desperate attempt to cry,she contorted her face trying to immitate the expression on one's face while crying,but... no tears came...only rage...and pure rage seemed to burn her whole body.....rage at the her inability to save her family..rage at her own cowardice.....at her situition..with which she had been fighting for the last 17 yrs....

But her anger was soon replaced by an overwhelming feeling of helpnesses.This was her reality...she had tried to hide away from it...deny it!! she had imagined an utopic world for herself where she hid when the reality got too unreal....but yesterday, that utopic world had also shattered.....and she was made to face a reality which she wasnt ready to c.She cudnt deny it anymore....for her reality had already denied her...

Her thoughts where interuppted by the vibartion of her cell phone,which was lying near her feet.She looked up, half surprised half irrtated,expecting it to be one or other of her school pal, calling her up to ask for help with the homework.She grabbed the phne impatiently and frowned a bit as she looked at the name flashing on the screen...it was him....but why had he called?She felt panicked. He..he cudnt b knwing anythng about her family...he cudnt b knwing anythng..then y had he called????Just to chat probably....sure...he had no troubles in his damn life....he was too damn rich to have any....even problems fear money and power.

The phone had already stopped ringing and she dint bother to call back. At the moment she hated him....she dint knw y....but she did....probbaly cause at that moment he had everythng that she dint.Seriously there was no justice in ths world....he was sooo rich, he had ipods and laptops and plasma screens and touch phones...thngs she only dreamt of....he wudnt have minded a few troubles like a broken family or a paranoid dad....but no....god had to give all the troubles to her....as if she already dnt have enough on her plate...

.Even as she was thinking this, she realised that her thoughts hardly made any sense...but still it seemed to have a calming efect on her.For the first time in the last 48hrs, she was thnking of smthing else...smthng other than her family.Ofcourse she hadnt really bothered to spare him much of a thought before today...ok..lets be truthful..she had spared him some occasional thoughts like."he is real handsome" and "y is this rich guy giving me so much attention" types ,but nothng serious. But today she almost willingly wanted to give him a thought...not the literal ''thought'' if u knw wat i mean...bt just a general thought...just to keep her mind busy.

..and even while she was thinking all this, she realised she was going mad.She wasnt reacting the way she should b...she should b crying...but she was thinking...that too about a person who hardly mattered to her.Yet somehow thinking these mad incoherent thngs almost made her crisis seem comical and approachable..weird..

..she closed her eyes tighltly once again...to concentrate on her crisis..but instead her mind wandered off to that day...when she had met him......

..the rain fell on the asbestos above her window...pitter patter pitter patter...

The End

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