Friends were waiting at the exit steps for the rain to stop. I looked at the sky. The lovely raindrops were falling so blissfully over everything exposed. I did not want them to stop. I wanted to get their blessings too.
If only I could do something about my bag...
I turned back, went to the fifth year studio, and shoved my bag and the internship documents in an empty drawer.
And leaving the people waiting at the steps, I came out.
Out into the rains.
My two year old shreeleather sandals have been torn apart at the mid soles already, creating a wide gap between the front portion of the sole and the back portion. I dont replace them not because I don't have money, but partially because I can't find time to go to any good footwear shop and partially because I love the time worn grooves in the sandals which totally fit the ergonomics of my feet.
Today, while walking in the rain from the department to Azad, I felt the raindrops on my face. And the raindrops on the earth through the holed soles. Sky was not to disappoint me today.
I was having a sore throat since two days, and the tonsils were reminding of their presence since today morning.
And then getting wet in the rain. I feel alive again.
Alok K.
Aug 12, 2010
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