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Tuesday 11 June 2013

I Have Enclosed Myself In An Infinity Of My Own




It comes down in an even sprinkle, falling straight; gently beating the ground. I watch quietly as each drop falls on my clothes and gets sucked up by their fibers leaving nothing but a tiny dark patch. It would have been nonexistent if it wasn't for the rest of the rain drops slowly soaking me up. My clothes gradually turn a shade or two darker than their original color, my hair dampens and water droplets slip past my face and my half bare arms.

I had dragged a chair to the center of the driveway where there is no overhead shelter, now I sit on it with my feet up, the rain water swishing around the legs of the chair. The heels of my feet rest on the very edge of the chair, my arms around them and my fingers intertwined so my feet won’t slip due to the wet tension. Hugging my legs, my face turned sideways so that I can feel the rain on my face and dousing my carelessly knotted hair.

For a moment I had considered making myself a cup of coffee but I opted against it. So now nestled in the pocket, in the arm of the chair, are several rain-sprayed jasmines that I’ve picked from our garden. Their scent floats all around me, fusing with the smell of the rain. It is so incredibly, crazily beautiful, this moment, sitting enveloped in a self-embrace with nothing but the mingling scent of rain and jasmines and the occasional tweeting of the birds shattering the silence. My far vision blurred for I have long abandoned my spectacles in the wake of this morning rain, hence, I am enclosed in a tiny bubble of my own. It’s so personal, as if the rain falls down for me, only.

It comes down so silently, getting lost amidst the whir of the ceiling fans and the hum of the air conditioners. Nobody wonders how they manage to sleep so soundly when the heat otherwise woke them up every day, every hour. The perks of being an insomniac include experiencing these exquisite early morning rains, whenever they come; earlier than the early risers. You connect with the silence and the beauty because it’s only you.

I've been sitting in the red canvas chair in the center of the driveway, in a sleeping neighborhood with the breeze playing with the hair that has come loose from my bun and the rain drenching me, for the past two hours. I got up only once to encase the sheer ecstasy of these blessed moments in the fold of my words; adding another piece to the plethora of such captured moments.

I am sneezing and slightly cold but it doesn't matter. I've waited for quite long to feel numb like this as I
cherish the rain, silent and lone.

-Momina.

21 comments:

  1. You are so good with words Momina. I know I have told you this many times but whenever I read any of your post, this is the first thought that comes to my mind.

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    1. Thank you so much for the appreciation, Aqsa!

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  3. I have recently started reading your blog and I really like your writing style. I like the way your words express your thoughts.
    Really good blog and great writing.

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    1. Thank you so much, Chakshu! I really hope you'll read it further, too! :)

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  5. Your posts just further lighten the desire of it to rain in karachi, and continues till all the heat fades. The one from sun and the one because of blood shedding.

    U love the rain exactly the way I do.
    It feels great to read someone who can describe your own thoughts so well. I can never ever write about rain with such beautiful flow of words.

    P.S the praise or comments I make are words coming straight away without even sparing a second thought. U are an excellent writer! Masha ALLAH
    Keep it up (Y)

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    1. We are indeed quite similar! :)
      Thank you so much, Ph! Your words mean a lot!

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  6. The rain always brings out the same emotion in me! I just let it soak in and make me numb. That's the beauty of rain!

    Beautiful usage of words and brilliant flow.

    Keep it up and write more :)

    P.S: I love your name.

    ~ Soumya

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    1. That is indeed the beauty of it!

      Thank you, Soumya!

      Thank you, courtesy of my mother! :D

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  7. Ah - that numbing feeling. I used to do that to myself.

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  8. Wow..I wish i could be in that chair..but i had my own share in a hurry but it was worth it :)
    The way you described how the rain soaked and seeped was wonderful !

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    1. Thank you, Alcina! I am glad you had your own connection, too! :)

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  9. Mmmm... All this reminds me of why I love the rain so much.

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    1. I am glad I could remind you of all that! :)

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  10. I love the early morning rains ^_^
    The feeling that it's just you and the rain :')

    Oh and I'm back. Finally :D
    Good to be at your blog after such a long time :)

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    1. Exactly! Glad to have you back, Lubaina! :D

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    2. Feels good to be back too :)

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  11. Good...beautiful. Truly amazing.

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