It was a wet afternoon. The rain gods were pleased and indiscriminately blessing. I had no raincoat, nor umbrella. My school bag had no zip, and was not waterproof. I knew when I got home, that the colours of the red and blue lines on my english notebook would have run into each other on the edges. That the squares on my math notebook would be smudged. My brand new rain-shoes, worn without socks, were biting into my foot on atleast four different places that I could feel. I knew I would discover more of them, once I was warm and the numbness from the cold water receded. I stood outside the school gates, scanning the horizons rendered hazy by water droplets everywhere. The trees were lush green, greener than I remembered them from the previous afternoon. There was a muddy puddle around me, I stood on a flat stone as though it were a pedestal.
The wind became fiercer, the rain, heavier. I sought refuge inside a building, cold, for some unknown reason, nervous, and alone. It was dingy but warmer. The breeze from outside still made me freeze, but I was safer from the tirade here. At least I felt safer. Notes of a song drifted out of a window on the ground floor. I don't recall the song. I do know it was something soft, very Buddha-Bar-esque. The notes were light, warm, dry. I can't explain how, but they were.I wasn't alone anymore.
The song made me think of sandy deserts and the starry night sky. It reminded me of a lone, tired traveler in search of an unknown destination, seeking directions from nature. There were no words, just endless instrumental music, the kind that transports you elsewhere.
I heard an auto honking nearby. Ventured out and saw it was mine. Elated though I was, I felt like I was leaving a friend behind. A friend who did not yet have a name, whose name I might never discover. Looking back once towards that elusive window and its musical enchantments,I made the saner, more rational decision. I got into the warmth of the auto.
Nineteen years later, I still wish I had knocked on that window and found out what song that was...
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Wish we had cellphones then which could record a track, send it across the internet to the "track ID" headquarters and come back with a prompt reply as to which track it was!
My garbled response to what is according to me a very very "wanting" post! Longing has meant the same for me: be it for a person or for a song!
what a vivid memory you have! sometimes, i wonder where they all went - i look back, and mostly find a haze...
happy new year to you!
@ J- Yes it is...But you know in days when technology wasn't so advanced, there was the greater charming mystery of not knowing and finding out, wasn't there?
@ Dharmabum- Some memories, they are like that. They claw their way into your mind, imprint themselves. They associate themselves with every sensation about the situation. I can still smell the rain that afternoon...
Wish you a very very Happy 2009 too :) Keep blogging...
I think what u commented abt the comments explains my feelings much better.When we didn't have that many gizmo gadgets , we had the greatest tool with us, that of imangination, and also the ability to fantasise and be happy with our little dreams. Would love regressing back, but in a healthy way and would definately wanna get back to the present!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hey Vids, so good to see you here...I totally agree. What fun those days were...
Good for you that you didn't knock on that window....what if there was the big bad wolf...trying to bait the little red riding hood with the buddha-be-esque song.....btw....buddha-bar-esque song when u were in school....thts an anachronism ini't
That is why it is Buddha-bar-esque...and not Buddha bar per se...besides, music is timeless my friend...
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