Once, A Rainy Afternoon - Rittu

The fragrance of the seminal rain smoked up the lowered ceiling, a corner of which now dripped wet since the rain. It’s been two days and the rain hasn’t stopped for a bit. The heavy drift in the afternoon kept people indoors, shops unmanned, office filtered, spaced only with the most required. This time of the day, found no rush, no school, no kids in the lawn, no traffic. The only audible were the ones the water clogged drainage created. No honks, no bells, just the deafening thrumming of the huge raindrops against the glassed windows. "I wonder how it's not broken yet," thought Maya. The room chilled with the humid dampness. A kind of uneasiness strolled about her folded forehead as she lay in her bed, uncared. The untimely rain cast a grey shade to the white-walled room. Her thoughts traveled much past this uncolored chapter of her life as if the rain washed down the petals from her plants. An arrangement made them convenient in the face of society. Th...