Friday, 18 July 2014

If You Call It Love

I was never a fan of the rains and neither did i ever took joy in dancing in it but every time it down poured in our neighborhood I  would secretly sneak from the windows and look at  the park nearby. Everytime it rained i could see her, dancing and jumping , splashing the water accumulated in the small craters  to great heights. Holding the frills that decorated the near end of her cute little frock she would dance in circles. With every pitter patter you could listen to her melodious laughs. Her jet black hairs, now totally drenched in the rain would fall over her face  in almost a poetic & artistic manner, making her look even more exotic & angelic. I could catch a glimpse of her only when it rained, many times did  i try to search her but all in vain. She seemed to be tailor made only to dance in the rain, as if she owed her entire existence to it.

I have moved out from that neighbourhood now but even after all these years I think of her. An engima she was to me and shall always continue to be.



this post has been written for five sentence fiction with the prompt word rain

24 comments:

  1. Amazing narration. I could actually see her dancing in the rain.

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  2. sooo poetic :) the beauty of girls who get excited when it rains, couldn't be described better! great!

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  3. Short and sweet...
    And your blog looks really sweet!
    A contrast to your headers - Shit Zoo :)

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    1. sweet!! didnt knew that :P anyways thanks

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  4. beautiful story! :)
    and i call it crush.... because he's in love with the 'girl dancing in rain'...and doesn't know any thing more :) !

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    1. yeah even i call it crush only but then crush doesnt have d same impact as love ( if u know wht i mean :P )

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  5. You have described her so well. And the beauty of rains! Too good, Juhi :)

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  6. Hey, this is so awesome Juhi and beautifully described. She seems to be an angel coming straight from the sky and me loove the Monsoon like anything:)
    http://vishal-newkidontheblock.blogspot.com/2014/07/an-orkut-love-story-chapter-18.html

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  7. The rain is a perfect story-teller; illuminating things about a person that would take aeons to learn otherwise. And oh how others dance in places and ways we wish we could too...

    http://www.thejadedlens.com/2014/07/19/abrupt/

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    http://9shonalimukherji9.blogspot.in/

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    1. thank you sonali and will surely drop by ur blog :D

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  9. Sounds so nostalgic and beautiful! I love the image of the girl splashing in the puddle!

    Shailaja/The Moving Quill

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