Thank God, it happened!

For some heavenly reason, it was raining mercilessly from the time I had woken up in the morning. I was hopping between the window-side and the balcony of my house for the past 1 hour, it was 6 now. Yes, I had gotten up at 5, perhaps by the sound of the rain. I was hoping against hope for the rainfall to cease knowing that even if it did, me reaching college was next to impossible. After having realized that it was going to be a day at home, I moved inside with dropped shoulders (going to college was something I simply loved!).

With such a start to the day, I had almost figured out what a day it was gonna be. Exams were nowhere in the vicinity of time, so picking up course books was beyond the bounds of imagination. Neither did I have any novel, the newspaper wasn't available that day, and I was sick of watching stuff which self-proclaim them to be entertaining.

I tried doing things that didn't make any sense but sufficed for killing time, but at the end they were good for nothing as I had a good 12-15 hours to bypass and sleep had decided to pen down a whole new tale of betrayal with me.

I did not realize but after the initial phase of boredom was over, the day started to flow at an easy pace. The distinctly evident rainbow in the sky and the strands of mild sunlight showing up on the floor through window and door were pleasant and nearly perfect. I could hear a song playing in the background, almost.

And those tears flowing out were a clear sign of a person breaking down to no one else but himself. They were sign of a human being breaking down just for the sake of holding up tears for perhaps, too long. Those tears meant a lot, specially when you know what it meant to cry without having to answer any questions and without owing any awkward explanations to anyone. And without the rainfall could actually stop, it had started again.

Before I came to terms with actually I passed by, I realized that I have had one of the most awesome instances of my life. Yes, crying did give me a comfort, which I never thought it could ever. The very embrace of those droplets on my hand were warm enough to get out the frustration and the feeling of holding up all that while. Then I knew why that feeling of angst was arising time and again when I was forced to spend a day at home, alone!

I wish there are more such days once in a while, or rather some extra minutes in a day to retrospect, love and meet yourself. That day I met myself, after quite a while. Trust me, it was completely my pleasure! J

It is worth it, absolutely! Before you head towards this phase of your life, "Years will pass...We'll let days go by...sitting in an office cabin...sometimes our heart may even cry... We had a choice...We chose listening to the brain... Now We have made a living but only have memories down the lane..."