Do not be satisfied with the stories that are told to you. Unfold your own myth – Rumi.

Walkin in the Rain…

It’s raining.

He used to love the rain. He still does. He loves the feeling of the cold little pearls that hit his body and permeate into his senses. He’s walking. It’s a good feeling. Walking in the rain. Gives him a semblance of being alive. The mountains are draped in white. He can barely see them. The smile that sight brings is involuntary. A rare smile.

He doesn’t know where he is going. In fact, he has no idea how he ended up here, walking through the rain. It’s not one of those cute drizzles. It’s a thundershower, heavy and brutal. He’s shivering, but his mind doesn’t register it. He only hears the rain, steady and extraordinarily rhythmic, the pattering taking on a life of their own.

It’s getting dark. He has to get back. There are things to do, books to read, people to meet. But he’s tired, beaten. All he wanted to do was melt away with the rain. He wanted to dissolve into the darkness, never to be found again. He sits down on the stone, water dripping from his wet clothes.

He’s crying. Nobody’s there to see him. Well, that’s why he’s there. It hadn’t been like this once. He didn’t have to run away from the life that he coveted and enjoyed.

Today it doesn’t feel like his life.

The manic energy that drove him isn’t there anymore. He’d tried, toiled, prayed to bring it back. But his heart refused to help him. The same heart that drove him on in the most difficult of circumstances. He’d fought through a lot, came through storms, to be where he was today. He was a fighter, always had been, and always would be. But there is just one little problem.

He has nothing left to fight for.

He got back on his feet. Water gushed all around him. He took one step, then another, then another. His trainers struck the ground and his muscles settled in to the now familiar jog . It was good to be alive, good to be able to run, good to be who he was.

He had to endure. He just had to. It was gonna be difficult. It was gonna hurt like hell. But he had to dig his heels in. He had to leave it all behind him. He had to endure. And he would.

He ran.

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10 responses

  1. Gowri

    As always, it is simply superb…:)

    August 30, 2010 at 4:36 pm

    • Sairam Krishnan

      Thanks da Short Stuff….. 😉

      August 31, 2010 at 12:57 am

  2. Harish

    Well Done Da Sai…. At first I thought it was from a man of despair… But the end changed it all… It is the way a man should be… Always fighting… Bcoz in this world there is always something worth fighting for… Keep Up The Spirits bro… U R A Knight In The Gleaming Armour…

    August 31, 2010 at 1:30 am

    • Sairam Krishnan

      Thanks Bro…. 🙂 Aana neenga konjam overa thaan varnichiteenga… It’s alright… lol… 😀

      August 31, 2010 at 2:34 am

  3. Venugopal

    I dont wanna comment anything.. Thanks for sending me the link for one of ur beautiful creations… and keep sending..

    September 8, 2010 at 10:44 am

    • Sairam Krishnan

      :)… Thanks da… I will…

      September 9, 2010 at 1:30 pm

  4. Mahalakshmi

    Being a man! Beautiful.. !

    September 9, 2010 at 6:57 pm

    • Sairam Krishnan

      Thanks Maha…. 🙂

      September 11, 2010 at 2:22 am

  5. smita

    first i thought this piece was about love n rain but……..it was about the fighting spirit a person should have…….no matter what life throws at u. lovely serious stuff….:)

    September 12, 2010 at 10:32 am

    • Sairam Krishnan

      Thanks Smita… 🙂

      September 12, 2010 at 11:43 am

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