the rain falls

Before the table he sits one Sunday afternoon. Scribbling and scratching the surface , the pen dances across the foolscap paper. But his mind is far from the physics paper that lay just below his nose. Somewhere far away. Somewhere cold and dark.

"Stop" he tells himself. He needs a break. His mind is in a blur - he choses to be. How did it happen so fast? Why is it happening again? The questions ring so loud in his head. The silence around him amplifies the voices. Is is real? Why and how? How do I get out?

Now he is distant, and timeless are his thoughts. His ice cream melts away in the cup that he holds, but he is oblivious. He leans over the cup and soon the ice cream turns salty. Something happened. It happened again.

He wishes he could be heard. Not by anybody. But someone who will never hear. He stares at the free laces that weaves through his shoes. He tries to untangle them but they are already unknotted. But he wishes someone could help untie them with him. Something happened. It happened again.

No matter how ever hard he tried it came back again. He knows it's back but he can't do anything about it. The afternoon heat suddenly breaks into rain. It falls, then it fizzles out. How he hopes it was just like that. The raindrops fall to the earth again, in short, light bursts. The weak grass succumbs to the raiding drops and bend with each successive hit. He straightens up and here he is. Taking a break from the rain. But he'll have to go back and face it again.