the Elan of all beings..

Somewhere a life is spawned in the slums, with only a dirty midwife, a
dead mother and a raging rainstorm for company..

Somewhere a life is lost, lost in her own sweet memories, smile on her beautiful face concealing the agony underneath, thanking the thunderous rain for washing away his memories and her corporeal dazed self.

Somewhere a software professional with no life cusses beneath his
breath with a blisfully lifeless nonchalance, blaming indra and thor
alike for drenching his gucci overcoat and puma shoes and rushes to
hide under a tree. Little does he realize that it was the same tree
under which he met his first and final love, the angel  in white,
drenched, sensuous..

Somewhere a girl panics, the angry figure of a mother-in-law growing
in front of her eyes as the downpour clouds her vision, her balance,
her poise and her self belief..

Somewhere a guy falls in love, as he turns his head to see her by the
window, the raging wind blowing her hair, pushing it behind, revealing
the beauty hidden in her all these years as the rain smudges a lesser
beauty beyond the window..

Somewhere a boy rejoices not having to go to school, that brings out
the donkey in him and tries to stifle the spark in him, rejoicing at
the onset of rainfall, overflowing with satisfaction, spewing flames
of happiness, a fire fed by the rain.

Somewhere a group of kids dance in the drizzle, a long awaited,
slender, breezy drizzle while the youngest one’s mother looks on
apprehensive about the  terra slippera, about the milder cousin of the
scourge of pigs, torn between her kid’s present euphoria and future
pain..
Somewhere is not chennai-it never rains.ever