Love. Rain. Happiness

I love rains.

I have said this time and again.

I cannot stop myself from writing during Monsoon. You could call it Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD).

Lots of people do not get this fetish of mine.

I don't either. :)

But, it is the clean and freshly-washed beauty of the Monsoon that tugs at my heartstrings every time.

Rains to most people means muck and traffic snarl-ups.

To me, rains symbolize love.

The love of the sky for Earth.

His poor, overburdened, dying-under-the-weight-of-humanity lover.

I feel the love of the skies trying to pull up the flagging morale of the Earth.

I feel the balm of love and not the sting of acid when the sky pours.

In the flashes of lightening and noise of thunder, I hear the anger of a lover who is threatening the hell out of the puny humans abusing his love.

I feel the happiness of the watery Earth.

70 parts water and only 30 parts land.

She loves water.

She revels in the rains.

I feel the relief of the trees in my city.

Washed, cleaned and cheerful.

They look happy.

I can see the sheen of their leaves.

I can feel see the green of their life.

It makes my heart soar like a bird.

The little birds, all wet and fluffy, sitting under thick leaves and tin awnings, look in awe.

They understand the love of the skies.

They are probably the only ones to hear the whispers of endearments that the sky bestows on the Earth.

They are the ones that fly fearlessly up to the sky and play there.

Enough said. I love rains. They clean my soul and make me happy.

Copyright: All images used here were clicked by me 

An Office RomCom

"Hey! You are wearing a printed panty!"

"Huh!"

"Pink or flesh color with bows."

"Yes... Shit!"

How did this happen and how many people may have already seen it? The cool white Summer trousers were a last minute change in the morning. What a horrid moment in time!

"Hey! What happened?" Monika asked with a sly smile. Did you not check in the mirror in the morning?"

"I did," Sohini neighed, trying to check her back by craning her neck at an impossible angle. "I so did! Shit!"

"No wonder the boss was looking so happy today. He even agreed to an off I sought for tomorrow." Monika roared out in laughter.

"Please Monique. This is embarrassing." Sohini wailed.

Monika dissolved into spasms holding her stomach. She was enjoying herself.

"Here, take my blazer." A stunned Sohini turned around to see Vikram standing behind her desk. He was holding out a large charcoal black blazer to her.

Monika, recovered herself and stood up to take in the scene. This was real meat for office gossip.

'The' Vikram Singh was offering his blazer to Sohini. He had seen... Gee!!!

Sohini wanted the Earth to open-up to allow her an easy way out. The office heartthrob knew the color and pattern of her knockers! Shit!

Vikram was still patiently holding out his blazer to Sohini.

"You saw?" Sohini turned her almost-teary eyes at him.

"I did yes. It's cute" Vikram's face was still as emotionless as it was when she had turned around to find him standing there with the blazer hanging on the crook of his finger. If anything, he looked earnest like a boy scout.

"What?" Sohini spluttered. "You check out my panties? I mean checked them out today, everyday? I  mean... Oh my God!"

"It's OK. You hardly ever show a panty line." He added with the same deadpan expression.

"That's because I wear thongs!" Sohini bit out the words in a tight whisper.

Monika put her hands on her mouth to stop herself from saying anything. It was like landing up in the middle of a movie fight. This is what's called, total value for money scene.

Just then Sohini realized what she'd said, "OMG! None of us said any of that."

"Why? I did." Vikram's expression did not waver. "What are you doing tonight? I was wondering, now that I've finally seen your knickers, can we go on a date?" Vikram took a step forward while Sohini, shrank towards the desk.

"You are mad!" She threw at him.

"Maybe. But, tell me, don't you two check out my back everyday at the water cooler?" Vikram's expression was deadpan.

"Is this some version of blackmail?" Monica was aghast.

"No, just asking a girl out and telling her that the feeling is mutual." His smile this time made both the girls laugh out loud with him.

Some love stories are made by people watching each other's backs. No?

Love and a Cup of Tea

"I love you," he declared with a flourish.
"Do you now?" She replied.
"Why yes. Do you doubt it?" He asked worried.
"Yes. How much do you love me?" She asked.
"Lots," he quipped with a dashing smile.
"Will you still love me if I tell you to take over all my responsibilities and set me free?" She quizzed.
"What responsibilities?" He squirmed in his space. This was not going the way it should have, he worried.
"Any and every." She said with a smile.
"How about you?" He pouted like a petulant child.
"I asked first." Her smile deepened.
"Unless you tell me, how do I know?" He whined.
"You sure you love me?" She asked with a mocking smile.
"Yes. I do. But..." He let the words hang in the air.
"I know the buts..." She laughed.
"Why are you talking like this?" He asked.
"Because I know you are not ready yet to love me." She smiled into her cup of tea.
"What do you mean?" He asked offended.
"Love is not a word. It is a feeling that is proven through actions. It does not ask why or how." She sighed and turned away to look at something else that needed her attention.