From the diary of a nobody

It's the tenth of march.. just two days until the final presentation..

I had to come early to college for an interview on NDTV and though the excitment of being on national television momentarily distracted me from my fears, now as i sit here alone in the atrium, my mind wanders thinking of what the future holds for me..

There's a gentle drizzle; the smell of the wet earth refreshes one's soul and reminds one of many a  happy reminiscence. Intoxicated by the scent, i too cannot bear but drift down memory lane, remembering "those days".

Those days yonder where i played football in all the slush not worrying about the future..

Those days when achacha (my grandfather) placed me on his lap and hugged me and told fascinating tales of distant lands..

Those days when amma when amma made piping hot pakodas as we made paper boats to sail in the rain water..

Those days long gone where we stared out of the window during chemistry class, watching as the raindrops tantalised each leaf with their seductive touch and slid off to the next leaf, thus rejuvinating  every leaf in its way before it trickled down the bark and kissed the soil....

But even as my mind floods with memories, I raise my head to the heavens searching for an answer... As a raindrop caresses my skin, i wonder..

I wonder if this is a gentle summer rain; to ease the soul of the sufferings of the scorching sun or if it is the forbear of a storm that is to be..

What will my future be?? i know not

Will there be a summer rain or does a storm await me?

Sigh! Whatever it maybe, I need to sail ahead.. 

Que sera sera!!

With that thought, i end this note

Let my fears drown in this teardrop..

Let the rain wash away all anxiety..

Let the scent of the wet earth enrich my soul again.. 

Let me await the rainbow..