It’s never a dream, a thought like a cliché. A lady is walking in the rain…
Some journeys are always part of my life, here I am nattering a tale of a journey. Boarding point and destination is secondary, a train journey in a twilight, I was cool like that season. I am sitting in a side seat my eyes are leading into outside shadows. It’s raining outside, my ear phone is singing a beautiful Gazal, and sometimes the gazal is overlapping with outside drizzle. My mind is fluttering in that air, my eye lashes are kissing each other, and mind is stepping down into a dream…
Train is moving fast, out side rain is heavy. Train suddenly stopped in a strange place, a light fugue is spreading outside. I can see a blurred image. A lady is walking through that platform, she is wet enough. Why she is walking in that heavy rain without an umbrella. My eyes stacked with her. Face is not clear but some glow from her eyes. She is walking near to my compartment, yes she is entering into my compartment. She is coming near to me. My heart beat is increasing. I don’t know what is happening with me. She placed her right palm over my right shoulder. I asked her “Are you angel or Fay”, “why you are walking through this heavy rain”. A mind blowing smile followed her words ‘Rain is whipping away my tears’
My index finger is locked with her glass bangles, suddenly its broken into small pieces, blood is dripping. Train is whizzing I just wake up from that strange dream. Still my ear phone is singing a gazal, but there is no rain out side, it already stopped. I can’t recognize whether its dream or real
But one thing I observed my right shoulder is wet a palm shaped, two blood stained glass bangle pieces remaining in my lap.
Reality is standing in front of me with a generous smile. I don’t want to oblivion that train journey, out of everything “ITS RAINING AND SHE IS WALKING IN THAT RAIN”
Vipin Wilson
