Friday, June 24, 2016

The Dripping Roof

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She was old and sleepless.....Alone too. To while away her time, she would take things out of her closet, only to put them back again. She would fold the clothes, then undo them only to fold them back again. Habits monotonous but necessary.... 

That night however was different. It rained. She looked out the window. She strained her eyes to see if anyone was outside. The world around was too busy to notice her. Cars went past, splashing water standing in the puddles. She turned around and headed back for her chair. Just then, she felt a touch - slightly cold, but gentle. It trickled down her buttery face, melting on it as if in love. The touch awakened her aging senses. She looked up and saw the drops falling from her roof. Tiny drops, slow but persistent.... She stood there for a while. She lifted up her face as if in a prayer. The drops seemed to regard her, for they fell precisely where she stood, bathing her mildly. The kind caress of the drops probably brought a tear in her eyes too. She did not wish to run around for a pot or a bucket. The moment transfixed her there. For this night, at least, she wasn't alone anymore. 


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‘This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.’

25 comments:

  1. सुन्दर प्रस्तुति।

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  3. Nice write up. Beautifully written

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  4. Caress of nature! This is so beautifully weaved and written :)

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  5. Perspective matters. The same thing becomes an irritant or a caress. :) Beautifully written.

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    1. Right......A caress for an old woman, forgotten by the world....

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  6. The pathos of the old woman is something hard to digest.
    Nice write

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    1. You got it Easwar.....It was the pathos I wanted to highlight....

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  8. Nature at it's primitive best... so poignant and beautifully weaved :') Loved it!

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  9. Too good, brilliantly crafted each line to make the reader feel...what the character undergoes.... Perfect WoW Post.

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  10. the way one sees makes all the difference...beautifully penned...

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    1. The way we look, and from where we stand.....Thanks Shweta...!

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  11. Very poignant and highly satirical. I don’t want to say that I like it because I feel pity for the old lady in the story but I cannot resist saying that I like the style of narration. Superb job, Sunaina.

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    1. Thanks Ravish. Pity is not something I wish to evoke really. I wish the reader is able to unite with her loneliness and that moment of loving touch. Should I call it pathos?

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    2. By pity, I meant to say that I understand and care about her being alone in the old age but I’m helpless; that’s why, don’t want to use the word ‘like.’

      On the other hand, if loneliness isn’t interpreted in negative sense, but as a positive state of self-contained, then it’s very beautiful expression that a self-contained lady is enjoying the caress of raindrops.

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