I know, that you know it rained today !
I can picture you,
in your room
that smells of तातो चिया, न्यानो सिरक अनि चिल्लो पकौडा
watching the rain through the window pane
smelling the dirt,
that creeps it’s way into your room झ्यालमा बतासले सुसेली हान्ने कापहरु बाट
and some of you were brave enough to feel it splatter on your face
like drips of joys, you even let your tongue out to taste
I wasn’t joyful
I was battered by the rain,
There was nothing romantic about the rain
I was walking down the road
while the cursed sky broke
then it hammered in blows
on whatever moves below
you’d wonder if it hit you
but it hit you alright !
and it hit you in so many ways
you wouldn’t imagine, so let me say
I’ll tell you,
how it hit me today
I told you I was walking down the road;
well, that’s not all;
I was also walking down memory lane
trying to forget some
and trying to remember the same
i was so down in thoughts
and with the sound
of every rain drop rebound
on my umbrella
I missed noticing a fella
and stumbled on him
and there lying on the side of the road was his body
feeling the same rain but this part of story had no joy;
the drop that splat your face
was now the lords funny ploy
was now cutting this boys flesh
he had no roof to hide under when the rain was making love to the thunder,
was too much for his bones
as I fell and landed on the road
I could see he was crying
kids that young cry for their mothers
i bet he didn’t even had one
I asked- “ओइ के हो? किन रून्छस ओई ?
बाटो मा सुत्ने हो पाजी !
” दाई मेरो Plastic लिएर गए ” he sobbed out…
His young face, half covered in his tender tears
half covered with his hands,
like an ascending puff of cloud would cover a hill
“damn” I said to myself
कत्रो थियो plastic तेरो?
ठुलो प्लास्टिक थियो दाई–पुरै टाउको छेक्थियो…
रातो रंगको–मैले आफै भेट्टाको…
चोरेको नि हैन–आमा कसम चोरेको हैन…
मैले चोरेको सामान–अहिले सम्म हात लाको छैन।
As I lay fallen on the ground
the rain drops kissing my head my feet my chest
My umbrella, almost feet away from me, turned upside down
I could pay a thousand rupee to hear this orphan
swear on his mother’s name again
Call it good or bad
smeared with the slurry of dirt and rain
In exact state as the lad
I was on the ground, splattered with हिलो
My clothes were no longer सुकिलो
and I wasn’t walking down the road of recollection of my life’s mistakes
I was thinking about the रातो plastic
and how important it was for this kid
“Would you care to smile for an umbrella instead?”
and with out a sound, his sadness was dead
“saachi ho?” he jumped.
i bet he bumped his head on the clouds
i smiled back and looked at him pick up the umbrella.
what a joyful fella.
now the rain to my heart was as good as dry
now the drop, weren’t sharps razors falling from the sky
now as the rain drenched me
it washed my worries,
smoothened the creases on my fore head
the chill crushed frown on my face
and yes my smile was back in place.
I found shelter from the rain
as I got wet !
“Dai.. pani parya bela chaata dinay manche maile kahile dekhya theana”
well he didnt say that tho
i just imagine he’d say so
just to make myself feel good.
walked a few more kilometers
finally i reached home.
mamu opens the door
gasped-” you’re a mess?”
i said that is something I am finally not.
“tero chhaata khai?”
I said-: ” छाता छैन “
प्लास्टिक ओडेर आको छु ..
ठुलो प्लास्टिक छ आमा … पुरै टाउको छेक छ ..
रातो रंगको छ .. मैले आफै भेट्टाको
चोरेको नि हैन … आमा हजुरको कसम चोरेको हैन …
मैले चोरेको सामान अहिले सम्म हात लाको छैन
आमालाई छोरा पक्कै गाजा तानेर आयो भन्ने लाग्यो होला