The Lost Rose

THAT NIGHT

It was a dark rainy night the sky a shade of blueish – purple giving a soothing feeling. The wind had its own mind that night. I had a feeling of it being like a movie, considering the unexpected roars and flashes of thunder and lightning going along with the uncertain rain which continued to drop on us and then stop all of a sudden. I was walking around the park situated at the centre of our residence. I looked up to the sky allowing the raindrops to fall on my face. Then turning my face back upright I feel the raindrops falling on my forehead sliding down the side of my cheek, down my neck. And another drop falling on my lips whose feeling I don't exactly recognize but which keeps giving me an unusually calm and relaxing feeling. As it continues to drizzle me and my friend keep walking around the park. Though we were walking together and were having some small conversations in between we still were a bit lost in our own worlds. "off course you can't blame us for doing so as we were running out of topics to talk about and we were also listening to our favourite songs, and who doesn't get lost while listening to music?". But still I could hear the songs she was listening to. We passed by some of our other friends who were playing cricket on one of the outer sides of the park as the central park is occupied by the football players. We both head towards the small rock pile situated near the badminton court. I don't know why but I start kicking and jumping on the rocks a memory rushes into my mind I can see and feel it travelling from the brain through the optical nerved to the front of my retina and I could hear the sounds of kids playing skipping, laughing and jumping into the puddles wearing their cute little raincoats and boots while their mothers who are at a distance at which I can't clearly see their faces, even after the memory disappears from in front of my eyes I can still feel their laughter ringing in my ears...