19th
July,2011.
Monsoon was in her brightest colours. I, sitted ,
seat-belted, was looking outside, through the rain-smoked windows of the car. The
trees passed by, the rain drops drew new lines on the glass, as it trickled down
the window. The world outside unfolded, as
I scrolled the window down. The rain drops hit my face, and the old message
from last to last night, reminded me again, ‘Your boyfriend left you.’
‘Close the window. You are getting wet. Fever’s
common these days’, the driver uncle, glanced at me.
‘It’s the year’s first rain. I can’t afford to close
the window and not get wet’, I smiled back, forcibly.
Leaving the New town roads behind, the car
accelerated forward. That’s when, through the smoked glass of my driver uncle’s
window, I saw the spiral structure placed on the building, beside Swissotel.
‘Stop
the car. I want to go there.’
In minutes, ignoring the frown of driver uncle, I
was walking through the heavy drops, hitting my head, into City Centre 2. Onto the
escalator, into crossword bookstore, I was. Obviously, a dream place for any
bookaholic, like me. I searched my purse. My year long saving, a thousand I
had.
Angels
& demons- by Dan Brown.
Not the story line, but the name described my mental
state. Two nights ago, less than forty-eight hours ago, my boyfriend left me
through an sms, sleeping pills and anti-depression pills for the last two
nights, and there I was holding something, to buy for me, with my own savings.
A voice screamed inside my heart, ‘Forgive and forget. LOVE YOURSELF. You are amazing.’
My first Dan Brown read, owned. As I walked back through
the sky salivating on me, I found an awkward peace spread inside.
My first break up, My first moving-on, My happiness
and cries, nostalgia and RAIN.
The
Angels and Demons stand witness to it.
