Swetha Banda

It was a typical rainy evening in Bangalore. Pouring rain, flooded roads, scurrying people and scanty lights. I was on my way home. I was standing under the same tree that shed flowers on me four months back, during spring. I should have just gone home and stayed dry. But instead I did something completely pointless. I chose to stand in rain. I chose to get totally drenched. I wanted to feel every nerve in my body come alive. I just stood there for I don't know how long. As I stood there in the pouring rain, I forgot about everything that was happening around me. I forgot where I was and I didn't bother about how many people were around me. The only thing I could feel was the rain and the tears that were rolling down my cheeks and the sadness in my heart. And none of it felt out of place. It felt good to feel alive.

I had it all meticulously planned. I would leave office at 2, walk to Ginger, go to Marathahalli and take another to Hebbal and then I'd take an auto. I had to meet someone at 4 and this was my plan of action. It was all turning out quite well. It was a nice and bright sunny day. When i left office at 2, I was glad it was scorching hot. Unlike the last few days, there wasn't a speck of cloud in the sky. Nothing could go wrong with my planning. So I headed off to Marathahalli and since it was my lucky day, I had a bus to Hebbal waiting for me. I got in. Still really hot and sunny. I usually don't like the heat but today i wasn't complaining. I was making good time. There was a lady conductor in the bus and I had a feeling I had seen her before. I went back in time and tried to re-trace my steps back to 2008 to try and remember where she fit in the time-frame of my life. A few seconds later I remembered I used to travel by her bus when I was in MCC. Since the bus was quit...