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Bored of the working world and the work and the world, my eyes caught sight of the rainfall outside, through the slightly open window of my office room. There were trees where the window opens out to. Now a peacock could not resist that (for that is what my mother thinks I must have been in my last birth)! I went out of the room to get a clearer view of it (the rain) from another big window on the opposite wall of the building looking out to the opposite side.But the view consisted of the canteen, students, vehicles and chattering s all around. So I looked up to get a picture of the virgin nature, untouched by all these worldly adulterations.
I first saw the beautiful rain falling down almost straight, not in an angle, towards the dry ground and inducing life and a unique, uncategorised fragrance into it. Then my eyes went beyond to see the new, light-green leaves of the cedar trees and against it the transparent drops, together appeared like a disturbed, transparent, light green curtain. And the delicate, light but bright green leaves hung against the perfect, homogenously coloured grey sky or rather dark clouds. One of the rarest but one of the most perfect colour combinations and combination of things, it was.
This fairytale-ish image should have put a smile on my lips, but it (the smile) could not get properly even to my eyes, lips were far away. How would you feel when you love somebody so much that you keep feeling you can die for her every time you see her, but again, you know you can never have her in your arms for she is abstract for you? It just swallows you from inside and you keep sinking within. A highly bitter and slightly but satisfactorily sweet pain you feel, don’t you?
I feel the same when I see my sweetest, dearest rain against the green leaves against the dark clouds. You give me a melancholic happiness or a happy depression, my dear. And my love will live on, because you are unachievable for me.
About Me
- Aru
- Very commonplace yet very unique. I'm interested in things which almost everybody is interested in, still i'v some interests which no one finds interesting. An enigma wrapped in a riddle.
Anyone willing to fall into that sweet pain after reading this!!!! really close capturing of feelings.
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ReplyDeleteWell, I'd like to feel this my entire lifetime. :)
Amy... beautiful, really. The way you've described the view of the rain and the colours associated with it, and the way it affects you from within... Just one thing though- contrary to popular belief, rain and the grey clouds always fill my heart with uncomplicated happiness quite strangely. I could see the happy depression that you're talking about over here, where it's coming from.. but despite my attempts, whatever bit of melancholy reaches my vicinity on a dark solemn rainy day, gets instantly modified into pure bliss when the same solemn darkness drags me into writing a song or poem. The feeling after that is of contentment over the fact that I've made use of the best time of the year! It feels great... i think happy depression IS happiness for me, and in a way for you too!
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