It's Still Raining

It’s raining outside and weather is awesome. I’ve always enjoyed rain and it’s even a part of my life. I was sitting in my balcony admiring the beauty of the nature. The green leaves, dark sky, nonstop rain made me even more comfortable. Time is around 4.30pm and I was thinking how it would be to have a hot cup of coffee with some bajji’s in this weather. The moment I turned, there was my wife with a hot cup of coffee and bajji’s in her hand walking towards me. Is it telepathy? Or she has understood me and my likings to the best extent? I would rather prefer the later one. I would say she was one step more than my mom in terms of understanding me. I think god has blessed me this time but I still hate him. I’ve always heard people say it’s hard to look into one’s eye, but she was quite exceptional in that case. She kept those snacks in the table and sat opposite to me looking directly into my eyes. She always used to have a smile in her face and that is more than enough to sink a titanic. If the huge titanic could sink in that small curve on her face, then imagine my case. I’ve tried so many times looking into her eyes directly but I couldn’t. Even now I’m trying to, but I can’t.
I’ve even tried asking her why she does that always and is that her characteristic or something. She just used to reply back with her deadly weapon smile. This may sound weird to many but I got used to it and to be frank I really love that. I used to get lost in her eyes. She likes me more than her dad, loves me more than her mom and takes care of me more than herself. Yeah I’m really blessed to have her in my life. She would admire me in every small way possible. So far never in my life I’ve got angry on her and I would never. She was the most adorable person I’ve ever met in my life.
It was during October, I saw her first time in my life. I wouldn’t say it was love at first sight, because it was kind of embarrassment situation for me. There was a heavy downpour and it was hard for me to make it to the bus stop. So I entered a nearby coffee shop to have my favorite amrita Coffee. She was sitting in a corner table enjoying her coffee and admiring the nature’s beauty. It was a triple delight for me, the rain, Coffee, and this beautiful damsel. Yeah I’ve even checked that out. I gathered enough courage and went and sat opposite to her. She didn’t even bother to look at me and was still enjoying the rain. We both had same taste of admiring the beauty of rain. I made my throat clear, just to get her attention. This time it was successful, mission accomplished. She just gave me a glimpse and continued to enjoy her rain again. I don’t want to let this chance go, all the three beautiful things in front of me and I don’t want to spare even one.
Rain, the beautiful thing to be admired in the world right? The moment I asked her, she drank the last sip quickly and walked away from that place. I was down with embarrassment and even more shocked to see almost most of them in coffee day starring at me. They all were looking at her more than the rain. I quickly ran out of the place. All the while heading towards my home, was only thinking of her and her reaction towards me. She doesn’t look like a person who has attitude or head weight, or does she? May be she doesn’t like speaking with strangers, or something must be wrong with her. These were few questions flowing from my mind and my heart had only one positive answer for that “she’s a nice girl”. I always listen to my heart rather than my top floor.
The next day my dad asked me to come early from work. Before I could ask the most famous question why, my dad replied back saying it’s something related to my marriage. That evening we went to the girls place. We were greeted at the entrance by her parents and as usual my dad started speaking about my studies, work and salary, just to show off how good son he has. I’ve been sitting calm all the while with a little dejected look. Yeah dejected, because I need to marry this girl whoever it is else I would be forced. But what about my ‘Rain sent angel’ whom I met yesterday, well dad has just bought a new leather belt. So I thought its better for me to forget things and just accept the present. It started raining heavily outside and people even started to tell it’s really lucky to have rain in this situation. It always brings good fortune.
Well I don’t know whether it was a good fortune or not but rain has again bought good luck to me. The girl who I saw was my Rain sent angel. My happiness had no bounds and I wanted to jump in joy but unfortunately dad is sitting next to me. I was saying this to myself whatever happens she has to speak to me and there is no other go. But before I could ask I was disturbed by a call from my boss. I went out to speak and finish it as quick as possible but the moment I returned, it was like a Warfield for me. All I can hear was my dad shouting at their parents that he is not interested in proceeding further and walked out. My dream which was about to come true was shattered by my dad. I didn’t had any clue what happened, all I can remember was her eyes which was filled with tears.
There was a pin drop silence in my house when we returned and my dad had just proposed a LAW that no one should ever speak about that girl and the incident that just happened. Since I didn’t had any clue of what exactly happened, it was like Greek and Latin for me. That night I was getting all wild imaginations, whether she was a widow? Or she was in love with someone else? If so why she accepted for this so called engagement? Was it anything related to dowry? That was not possible coz my dad was against it always. Or is she from other cast? Hmmm then there is no way that my dad would have entered their house. Then what the hell is the problem. I was totally against this culture of seeing one girl, then rejecting her saying some filthy reason and seeing the other. This time my brain dominated me almost, but like my superstar who used to come at the right time, my heart told me one thing. Whatever happens, I’m going to marry her no matter whoever opposes. This time I didn’t even care about my dad’s new leather belt.
Next day I went early to office, got permission from my boss and went to find the whereabouts of my rain sent angel. I somehow found where she was working. It was private school where she was teaching some little kids with her skills. It really amazed me and moreover she was really happy with the way she was living her life. I could see her smiling all the while and that’s the first time I saw her smiling, oh my god how beautiful she is! Dad I said to myself, I think it’s time for you to change your glasses. I waited till she completed her class. On seeing me standing outside the class she didn’t even spared a minute to stay there. She walked out immediately; I followed her begging for just 2 minutes to speak with her. At first she hesitated, but she somehow agreed to listen to me.
We went to the nearest coffee shop. I started with a sorry, for the way my dad behaved and told her that I wanted to marry her, no matter whatever happens. She looked directly into my eyes for the first time in my life, but I was so steady in conveying my wish since it was from my heart. First time I saw her smiling to me and that was the best moment in my life. She then took me to her house, after several hours of blasting from her dad, just for the way my dad behaved he finally agreed. This is where I learnt patience. Now everything was from my side.
My decision of marrying her was opposed by every individual in my family, even by my six year old niece coz even she was bought up under my father’s control. The only person who was happy with my decision was my mom, but she can’t speak openly in that male dominated family, I would rather say male dominated society. The only option my dad gave to chose was to leave the house if I need to marry her. All this while she was standing next to me without uttering a single word. My dad thought I would say, I would marry her only with their permission. But that style was passé and I couldn’t even imagine of telling those dialogues. So I decided to leave my home and get married.
It was a beautiful day, my mom had been to temple for our marriage and she blessed us along with my lucky rain. Right from that day till now she admires every bit of me and always used to look into my eyes and even now. I can’t imagine my dad being so ruthless to her on that day. She is still sitting by my side and looking at me, I asked her “Do you really love me”. She didn’t say anything and just smiled at me. I wish I could hear her say “I Love You Too” but she can’t. She sometimes reminds me of my mom, who can speak but was not allowed, here I wished she could speak but she couldn’t. Both are same, even my mom is dumb rather was made physically handicapped in that society. And yeah this is the only reason for which I hate god. Even now I used to admire her teaching those kids only by her action. She was my positive energy, inspiration, role model and on top of this she is my wife, should be lucky to have her as my wife. It’s still raining.