Wednesday, October 31, 2007

He stands on the terrace, stripped to the waist, hands on his hip, looking up at the sky with eyes closed.

A cloud covers the noon sun, lumbering from east to west. He can feel its shadow sliding across his face, as if someone was conducting a slideshow up there. Evaporating detergent from the clothes hanging nearby tickles his nose. Wet tiles underneath remind his soles of the storm yesterday.

He waits, counts the seconds, his lips mouthing the numbers, eagerly anticipating that energy bursting through from the sun, imagining the heat on his face.

The city revives itself all around him after the rains. Like a gaint clearing his lungs after a cold. Dry streets, noisy schools, scrubbed docks, pavement stalls back in business, packed buses purposefully commuting from suburb to suburb ... he senses all this around him as he waits expectantly.

The shadow leave his cheeks. And then, light. Warm uninhibited proud clean light.

He feels it on his forehead, on his freshly shaved chin, on the curve of his stretched neck, on his chest, on his back, on his feet ... on his soul, on his mind ... feels it everywhere. Sacrifices begin to make meaning.

He opens his eyes and squints.

Sunshine never felt this good.

9 comments:

LUCKY said...

Vivid. I was actually there, staring at the city from my rooftop :)

'... on his soul, on his mind....... sacrifices begin to make meaning' A deep thought in simple words :). As always.

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Raj-Kris said...

A beautiful feeling wonderfully expressed.

~SuCh~ said...

Neat Post. Especially the bit about how the rain-washed city described like a drenched doggie that shakes itself dry...

As usual, your words unmistakabely paint a picture...

But, somehow the style is reminescent of something out of the arty movies in black and white.. coincidentally, the picture it brought in my mind was in BnW , and I couldnt infuse colour, without making it jarring...And though the description of the attire, posture is something I find appealing, its slicha Randish... No crticism , this. Just an observation/opinion.. :)

~SuCh~ said...

Lovely Picture.

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Karthik said...

Knock Knock ..

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