My Skies, butterflies and She..

When the rain was falling down deep earth, it was making the smoky smell of muddy earth around my house. I sneaked through the window to see the sky. It was so angry to me that day, and never had a smile on its face as it used to had. I never mind as I was so busy that day to pack. I was leaving my native to another world. But I still looked at my skies, to say a HELLO, but when it gave me a flashy smile, I was back out as I used to do in my childhood times. The wooden window we had on my house through which I could see my sky sometimes will give me a night mare when I look through its grill which got corrosive over a time. It was few years we painted the house. Painting the house, generally happens on some rare occasions. But that time the iron grills the window had all the paints gone due to ageing. But still I used to love my windows. It was my world rather it was my window to my world. When I was afraid of thunder, I used to look at my sky through the window. As I knew the information from my physics/geography class that thunder will not pass through the plastic, I used to enjoy a thunder day by sitting on the chair putting my whole body on the seat. I always loved the mild breeze of the rain and the smoky smell of the mud during the rainy time and getting out and run on through my courtyard putting my hands on air like my butterflies do. Then I will go out to see my rocks, it would also be wet after a rainy day, then standing on top of the concrete block that we had roadside, I will look to see the changes that happened to my world. Then I will walk. That was my world. My skies, my butterflies and skies. And that day, it was going to happen, I was going to miss that world and definitely I had grin on my face, as I was going to become somebody in my life. I was going to be richer than my dad, who got a handful of cash. So I was so happy and I sat on the window and looked at the sky and told I am going very far..!! For some reasons, I always could see a face on the skies, which will node head, rather react to my talks and when I talks, they used to move or dance and give me kisses. But the day I was about to leave, I expected it will rain, but it didn’t..May it had a reason, summer time..!! A summer time…

Then when I got in my bus, I was looking out for a professional look. Because the vast amount of knowledge I had till that time about this world was not really giving me a competitive advantage to fight in this world. And when one beautiful girl taught me about how a lift works, like if we have to go up, we need to press the upper switch and if we have to go downstairs, we have to press the down switch. More than helpful information, I was thinking about that ridicule moment in my life. My dad could built a lift in my house. Then I was building a boundary around me. In that boundary, I was building a block each day and it was keep on rising. But one sudden day, I realized the sky who was my friend sometime back and the one who didn’t cry when I left him, I could touch him. But by that time, I was also realizing that I became so lonely in my life. The loneliness I created or it created by itself, was some complicated chemical process that happened within me, which I never could understand. Then one day I was sitting on one park ground, without making any plan out of my mind. Because by that time, I learned to sleep on park benches. When I will sleep I will touch the ground with small grass and looking at the same sky that was far above me. I was alone and never felt needy of anybody. Banglore was a nice place, but the grasses, butterflies everything I loved in here till I saw her on the park bench that day. She was so lean and tall and sitting on the park bench from the time I noticed her. She won’t be wearing any splashy a normal looking but gorgeous ordinary girl. One good thing in that park was that there were so many doves around there chattering, murmering...Within few days, I could understand that she stays nearby and my spy eyes could easily locate that within few days. She was calm quite and very rarely came with friends..And more interesting fact was that she was alone most of the times, at least I had this mirage of thoughts built up over a time around her that she was very lonely or she wanted me to build up such a thought around her was my gut feeling. I was never observing her, though my eyes were or rather sometimes wander her on what she doing exactly. Most of the time my intelligent thoughts that I used to use for the calculations or arithmetic formulas while sleeping on the park bench, sometimes I used for her to find out the question ‘Who is she?’. She sometimes looked at me, whether she might looked at me or most of the people will look at people just like that. There may be hundreds of reasons for that, I might had a very splashy dress or I had a really good mobile or something which is really attractive. Could that be me. Hello, btw she was just sitting there and me had no other job to do, but sleep on a park bench. In Bangalore, nobody will allow to sleep anywhere else than in a park bench to sleep. It was those times, I used to sleep so tight. The only thing which I made sure that nobody steel from me was my company tag. I will put my legs over the park bench hands and head under my hands and looking at the sky. Before she came into my life, Yes, the moment she started sitting there, I invited her into my life, I used to measure the space to skies. I read or rather knew that some far distance away there is some people living just like us. They will also have some park benches and somebody like may be sleeping on that park bench. One day I shouted to the sky ‘Mr.ALIEN’..!! Are you there?. As nobody was there in the park at that time, I was safe. Then with a smile on my face, I came back to my bench. Over a time, I in fact owning that park. There were three benches for my park. One for me, one for her and I never cared who was sitting on the third. But one was for me and one was for her. Then one day, late day..I slept on the bench and when I woke up, it was slightly a night time. Then one alien smiling at me from the skies. I asked Whats up?, He/she chimed her eyes to me and told it was late night. Then in the realization of my late stay, I was in a hurry to go back home, and when I was about to leave the gate, she was going through or passing by the road. My realization became dream and sat on the side of the road to see where she is getting into.

I was so sure that she will be staying somewhere nearby as the people found with her seemed to be her parents. I sat on the side of the road, and she was passing by. When she reached near me, I said hello to the ants passing like a military march on the leaves of the plants where I was sitting. But I doubt whether she could hear that, but she noticed me? She might have seen but whether she might have noticed me. Like this guy used to sit in that park bench and observe me on what I do. When she was feeding the doves, he was learning the first lessons of being kind and on a day she missed her doves, he was learning the philanthropy. Then when she was moody, he was telling his buddies on the outer space that she is my best buddy. I always cared for her, and every single moment and when she was sad, I used to pray for her. But when she was passing by with her parents to her home, I really needed to grab her attention though. Did she looked at me? Or the look she was giving to my side, was that for me or to my new shirt or new mobile or something splashy she found interesting? As that moment, I really wanted a look for her. But apart from all those nice things happened in my life, one happy thing happened in my life was that I could find her house. She had a pretty good house. In the night I will be able to jump to the outer wall and then to the upstairs and to the window to see her sleeping. If not possible in that way, through the tree, that was on the roadside to the balcony and to the window. That was my plan B, in case if the plan A is not working out. As per my thoughts going to many possible permutations and combinations, she passed by. Then there was a quick doubt came to my mind, whether she was looking at me or my latest mobile or splashy something else. I looked around, there was cat who was looking at me and few ants marching like going for some war on their country border. I asked the cat, What are you looking at?, as I found it as the only species around me to which I can ask a reasonable question. What are you looking at? That stupid creature didn’t even mind to answer my question. I thought in my mind ‘damn stupid crazy fellow’. Then I thought of leaving to home, once she got in the house. He father was very masculine, enough for a fight with me. In case, if some fight is happening, I would need to take out all my fighting capacity to the ground, enough for that. I looked at my bicepts, tricepts etc. It was enough for any fight. I took a deep breath in and expanded my chest. It was bulging out and I was proud of it. During the time of my school times, I used to exercise. Like putting a quarter kilo of coconut oil on my body and taking the stone which my mother used to use for making ‘chutney’ and using it as my dumbbells. The effort that I have taken all those times was not such a waste of time. I proudly looking at my chest, it was smiling at me like ‘I am on the right hands..’. Someday I have to make six pack. I thought in my mind. I spit on the floor to the cat who was looking at me like he wanted some sort of fight with an unimaginable hatred towards that incapable creature. He was still looking at me. I took a stone and throw with as much capacity I had to that specific creature who was boasting himself. My stone was a direct hit and it run like a cheetah running back of deer. I laughed looking at the sky and looked at the muscles in my hand. Then I looked at her house and told ‘Bye bye babe, I will be back..’.

My life was changing during that time, it was getting more complicated and when it gets complicated, I will get more time to spend on outside my office. So sleeping on the park benches was my initial time pass and she was my first pray on that front. Then one day when I was thinking, I had this mild thought on where she will be studying.