Dark Clouds on Horizon!
BEAUTIFUL! Beautiful was the first word that came to my mind when I first saw dark clouds covering my horizon. As its Sunday, I went out on a ride. Getting drenched in first rain is like getting rid of the cloths of worries and disappointments of our day to day life. As I Settled on the little rock surrounded by lush green grass in front of the lake. A train of thoughts started to storm in me. Felt tsunami of different feelings. First I felt nostalgic, it was hard to pinpoint from where it started but I relived quite a few of them. From my school days I remember, how I
used to pray when I see those dark clouds that they should rain all day or at least for an hour or two when I need to get ready for school. Growing up I remember how I used to play with my niece and nephew on our terrace. From college I remember, how I pulled a mass bunk to spend some quality time with my that time crush, how she reached for my hand and rolled her own around mine while walking at this same place. Little soon I realized, that nostalgic waved has passed on. And now this different wave has hit me where I think the gods two most beautiful and powerful creation women and rain has so many features in common.
A woman comes into our lives with a different name and at different stages of our life. Initially, it’s your mother, whose love and gentle care nurtures you. Similarly, gentle drizzling helps sowed seed to reap. The continued presence of women in our life in form of mother, sister, and wife support us at each phase of our life. Similarly, different shower cycle helps that
A woman comes into our lives with a different name and at different stages of our life.
sowed seed to grow after initially break through and then helps it reap at its prime. But everything has its boon and bane. Same goes to women and rain, As it says excess of anything leads to discomfort. Loving a wrong women or loving her madly can lead you to your own distraction. Similarly, excess of rain can ruin fields, town and states. Message alert, of my phone, stopped my aimlessly running thoughts of train. Starting to getup I checked my phone saw a text from her saying,” it’s raining here and I miss you, miss old days and miss old us…” I didn’t reply to it for now, just smiled on the thought that she still remembered…
Parth Lakhani writes romantic comedy, short stories, and first-hand life experiences. His writing has a perfect blend of soul and quirkiness. His style of storytelling will make things relatable and will take you to a bittersweet ride in the lane of nostalgia. Marketing professional turned entrepreneur, a passionate writer. A travel enthusiast and once in a week poet. He is often seen penning down his thoughts and shorts stories on his word press blog. Just type, “Parth Lakhani at WordPress” on Google, to see his work. Foodie by heart and fitness conscious, he’s lazy enough to not take any of them seriously.