A thousand tiny drops splatter on my concrete wall
My eyes identify the sight but my ears feel deceived
I close my eyes and let those drops sink in
I see a girl making paper boats
Her face all bright and lit up
The sound of Boroxun splattering in the tin roofs
Is what makes it alive for her
She colours her boat green out of crayon stubs
She gives a thought and attaches a red flag,
An anchor of hope
And off she runs to a puddle to let it free
The boat glides, Boroxun ceases,
Life happens and the boat is led adrift.
I sense a chill in the humid afternoon,
I open my eyes to face a concrete wall
"It's raining", I tell myself
I close my windows, set my tea to boil,
Put my ear plugs on,
I can't bear the dull thuds of rain on the damp walls
It doesn't sing to me like Boroxun does.
"I want to see a setting sun", I told him as we sat in the shack looking at the bright sun gleaming over the waves. "Sure, let's not move anywhere", he readily jumped over the idea. We talked about everything that we had anticipated all along, this trip, our future together, family back home as we nonchalantly waited for the sun to set. It was only when the waiter brought a lamp to our side when I noticed that we had missed the whole idea of viewing the sunset! "Phew! I don't see the sun", I yelled out alarmed "laa", I heard him say. " Well, isn't it good that we can again come back tomorrow and sit in the same spot waiting for the sun to set", he remarked. Well, this is what I like about him. His ability to look at the positive side of life. Well, if not a sunset, we saw a pale moon's silvery gleam over those tall waves. We laughed and talked over endless cups of tea and food. While it was time to leave the shore, we di...
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