one friday ..

Its friday afternoon, before a long weekend in school
my silent corridor sounds awfully quiet
no sounds of footsteps and no sounds of the closing labdoors

i peeped outside the door saw no one ..and then looked outside the window
i didnt see a single person but i saw marching of the raindrops ..
yes once again rain is falling cham chama cham !


The sight is beautiful, i wish i could write poetry and capture this all in a poem
still something inside me .. made me leave all that i was doing
and here i am sitting almost on a floor gazing outside the window

with a pen and writing pad replacing the keyboard and computer screen
watching the rain drops touch the surface of the pond,
raindrops which make beautiful patterns ..

This takes me back to the wonderful memory lanes of my childhood
My vacations in the valleys ..where there was a pond .. not as sofisticated as this one
but
the pond across the road from the house where i stayed, filled with lotus and surrounded by the kids who dreamt of flying helicopters high in sky...
some just played with pebbles to see the ripples created in the pond .
Flash back over !
back to the patterns .. and back to the work ..as i had to ...