The Rain, the puddles...

On the way to home,

It’s the usual street.

Running raining hope,

For something new to meet,

It’s pouring all the way,

Clouds don’t seem to pay heed.

Looking up for shelter,

And down to save the puddles,

Life’s raining down,

With all its struggles,

Still going that way,

But, today home seems too far,

The distance pays no heed

Even though when,

It’s the usual street.

It was a usual day when I was on my back from work. That's when it started to rain in a not-so-usual way. Those are the times when  roads, vehicles and almost the entire city starts to seem crazy. It doesn't take long when even you start to lose your sanity standing still in the traffic. And, you realise that you are in a concrete jungle (the so-called fancy metro city you came to, to fulfill certain dreams)

It’s one of the rare times when you depend on your feet to carry you, till you find a miracle. And this is one of the same times, when you realise that you don’t own a four wheeler or rather wish upon owning one. Oh wait... what the heck! With a four-wheeler you might escape some of the rain but, you can't... just can't escape the traffic and the lo.......ng wait.

You watch empty autos pass-by, with a child-like hope that the driver would agree to take you, and you internally prepare yourself not to bargain tonight. But alas! It’s their night to price high as well as act pricey. You get rejected one after the other, and you keep guessing the right reasons for it. What would you have had done to them or how far would have your location seemed to them, to reject you out rightly. You keep guessing and they keep rejecting. Maybe today, when you are not thinking of fares, they are not looking at their income. Maybe even they just wanna get home soon.

But, on a rainy day like this one, when I traveled back home alone, these thoughts dawned on me.

1)      This was the time when you feel little more unlucky for so many things.

2)      This is the time which like all hard times, can either leave you helpless or can make you tough!

3)      This is the time when you feel strange caught up in a world of Dummies! Cos you stand on a flooded road for hours maybe, getting rejected by all sorts of public conveyances who usually run to take you on a normal no-rain day. This is the time when a million cars pass you by with their drivers looking at your helplessness with pity. You see almost 3 multiplied by a zillion empty seats in each of those 4 wheelers which can easily help more than half of the people on foot-getting drenched. You tend to remember all theories of inequality of distribution of wealth. But...

4)      You are too conscious. You so wish to help so many others who are helpless. And, you quietly or sometimes even loudly, do want to get helped!

5)      These are the times, when you realize you are all alone. No friends, family, love... could have saved you from this rain. You feel like calling them, but, you know... it’s your own road with its own counted puddles. You have to jump, save or cross each of them, to reach home.

6)      In the end, most importantly, you realize that you will reach home. You will be safe cos you were strong enough to struggle and hope for a miracle. (A conveyance- even an auto after a long walk and wait seemed like one!)