I missed my camera more than ever today…when we stood watching the rains bathing the neon lit streets, when we stood barefeet on cement while our shoes got wet…
I wanted to capture each moment when we gathered raindrops on our palms… I wanted to keep those wet handprints intact, even after the cement soaked them into itself.
But maybe it’s better this way…it’s better that no one ever got to saw two girls run down the streets and how they stopped to take their shoes off.
Maybe it’s a good thing that no one saw us when we decided to stop running and walk very slowly instead, when you decided to stand under that tree whose leaves were dancing to the wind and when we shrieked with joy when we splashed water with our feet…
It’s a nice feeling that no one will speak of that moment when we ran with drenched clothes and wet hair…except those few neon lights and those trees who decided to sway to the howling wind with us.
Remember this day, OD, which no picture will talk of…remember this day because there’s nothing else to remind us how we became the little girls who live on forever deep inside our hearts.
24 comments:
I am glad that we met,ran,hugged and got wet.
I did realize, no matter what, however the last few days turned bitter for either of us, the two of us remained as true to each other as we are to ourselves.
I was thrilled today as I ran down the street with you and felt like some "lucy with diamonds in the sky"
Love You tonnes.
:)
*correction.
third line.
turned bitter for wither of us "in school"
:)
again correction.
its *either* not wither.
lol.
;)
this is just so beautiful. even more beautiful for words. here i am in the alien city, and you both are enjoying the rain and neon bath. am so so so jealous.
please repeat telecast korbe? aamar jonne? please.
eije meye! aamar shonge meetup korbar ki holo??? i am buried under exam pressure (more like exam guilt though).
*sulk*
The good thing about not having a camera is that you can later post a piece like this one that is a super-multi-camera that captures the sight, the sounds, the touch, the feelings... In short, it captures so much more.
Oh, and yours is one of the three entries that I read from different bloggers today about the rain. I suppose it was the same rain and the same city.
awesome!
i got drenched in camac street waiting for a cab. different lives in one city. its like crash. i wonder if its a story that will connect the dots in a way.
@OD: love you girl
@V:sure...provided it rains when you're here
@M:get over with them fast..then i shalt meet thou
@k:thanks for visiting..yes you must be having a lot of calcutta bloggers as friends :)
@s:let's make a film!
How come its raining everywhere but here???!!!!
nice post btw.
Very nice :) I also often yearn to have a camera around when a special moment arrives, but usually I'm happy that I don't have one. It'd just kill it :)
beautiful... you know reading your post makes me more nostalgic about rain.. thank god i had my share of rain drenched moments...
a good friend+rain+heavenly time :)
rain rain and more rain
*yay*
Lovely post, and even lovelier imagery.
:)
very warm words. Keep it up fren!
With love from Nepal---
Sounds like a lot of fun? Where did this monsoon madness take place?
So beautiful!
Rains are always special.And howsoever do u try, its far from possible to capture the ecstasy within a camera. They don't need a picture to remain as a memoir, but they are always etched deep in the mind. Wherever u r n wotevr u do..even the rain of an unknown country wil remind u of the special rains u had spent wid someone dear..good work!
lovely post, so rich in imagery...thanks for dropping by :)
@rahul:calcutta
@everyone else:thanks :)
a wonderful ode to friendship...
Lovely!
beautiful really
like i said, guy ritchie style full power!
wow..wat a delicate description!! Sometime's u dont need a camera to capture moments if u can pen it down this way! From deep inside the hearts 2 kindergarten girls celebrated the homecoming monsoons...wudnt hav been any better way to welcome the monsoons!
Sense of nostalgia....!!!
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