Posted on August 22, 2012 · Leave a Comment
Finished reading your post 'The rain'. For a unknown reason it reminded me of -I love rain. When it rains I feel light and like nothing else in the world matters to me. Rain has a cleansing feeling that washes away all the bad feelings and its wonderful to just sit and listen to it, after it stops raining, I feel clean and refreshed. I love the way it feels after it rains. When I was a kid, I always noticed that I was a lot different from other people. The simple truth is that I love rain. I don’t know why. When it starts to pour, I get happy and I feel like my life is going to be better. Most people love to see bright shining rays of sun. They want to go out tanning and feel the sun on their face. I am the opposite. I would much rather have a day when it is pouring cats and dogs outside. I guess it’s just the way that I am.
I am definitely one that feels the rain. I seem to be impacted so deeply by things, especially when it rains . Sometimes that is a very good thing, as I soak up those precious moments together and store them deep in my heart.
'Tap' 'Tap' 'Tap' The sound of rain pattering on the window pane, giving a steady rhythm to the night that slowly grew darker making me lost in revery of those moments when we used to talk endlessly and needlessly about nothing. The 'Tap Tap Tap' sounds reminds me how we used to figure out the rain.
But after the hard rain as everything become crystal clear, again the vision is clear. The things are not the same anymore. It feels the rain has not the same soothing and cooling effect.
Don't know why I am writing all these and does it matter to anybody or not but sometime spilling out your head makes heart light. The tapping sound on my window pane clearly indicating that its drizzling out here right this moment giving me a urge to scroll through my phone-book and press the green button on your number and listen that magic voice. But as I said things are not the same anymore. I may not text or call you anymore like I used to. I may not write you on Facebook or say something to you whenever I feel like, but that doesn't mean I stopped caring about you. I still do, its just that distancing myself from you is the only way for me to move on and you to be happy. if I get out of the habit of looking you up on Facebook or scrolling through my phone wondering whether or not I should text you maybe eventually I can get over you and everything that I feel for you.
Still I kind of miss you, not as in I miss you because I like you but I miss talking to you everyday like we used to, talk as friends,talking about everything and anything all day day everyday, spilling our emotions about music, rains and our problems, everything. I just miss when we used to talk, now its like we don't even know each other anymore and it kind of hurts, even though we weren't anything, it still hurts knowing we have grown apart and it went by so quickly, I wish I could have you back in the way where we would just rely on each other as friend. All pretty, small and together
They laugh, they dance then wither
Singing a song, they mingle along
Disappearing back to where they belong
PS: Read above poem somehwere or somebody told me... yaad nahi, uper se its raining today to aiween post kar diya and yeah I know I do miss you whether it rains or not, but this is true when ever it rains it brings a pain along. It hurts more then it usually does. Maybe coz we have lot of memories with it, pata nahi yaar... but .... hmmm kuch nahi ... khush raho... and I do hope and pray that you are fine.... and obviously I STILL LOVE U !!
"Some people feel the rain and some just get wet ". Feel it
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