The Raining Window

By then we had a windowed hut
on the banks of the rediscovered river.
You were sitting on the window side.
I was lying down and looking at the
dripping roof.

‘Hey come and see…
It is violently raining’

I too came to the window.
‘I agree that it is raining heavily,
but it is not violent’

‘You remember last evening’s drizzling?’

‘Yeah…’

‘How tender it was!
We could even see the ripples it made in the river.
You too had a drizzle like voice at that time,
Wasn’t that beautiful than this violent rain?’

‘That’s when you compare.
There are only good things in this world.
Nothing is better than the other’

‘Don’t be so philosophical’

‘I am not’

‘Then tell me… What do you think about me?’

‘You are beyond these good and better.
You are THE incomparable’

‘That’s a perfect lie, ha?’

‘No it’s a truth’

‘Oh?’

‘Yeah but genetically modified.
:-)
I am sure you do remember that
half bitten apple?’


P.S:
‘By the way, why did not you reveal
what happened to that apple?’

‘Simple… I ate it’

The Raining Window

binuinyou

Anantapur, India

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