A glimpse of the past
I stood in the rain today. Eyes up in the sky, blinking as the small and tender drops graze my eyelashes, I inhaled the smell of the drizzle and I was pulled into the past. The smell lasted for a second but drowned me with a decade of memories. I blinked my eyes repeatedly trying to take a glance at the grey clouds amidst the rain, with long and frequent breaths desperately wishing for the same smell to carry me into the past, just one more time. My hair was let loose, the yellow-brown tee and the black cargo trousers quenched the haphazard rain that soaked me, and I stood stilted in the growing dark for just a glimpse of my past. I tilted my head to the right and I saw our place, where we frequently sat, my best friend and I. I found myself on the night of Diwali. The terrace was dark except for the surrounding multicoloured lights. The night engulfed the lights, turning it into a transitional blink of a day. She wore a beautiful turquoise tank top contrasting it with my plain
