Bliss

 

I walked towards the big, old tree. The tree might have been a hundred years old as it looked very old. The park wasn’t very crowded. A very small number of people was scattered in the park. No one was near the tree i was heading to, and no one seemed to come that way either. I sat down and leaned against the trunk of the tree.

 

“What a peaceful place.” I said to myself and took a long deep breath.

 

I looked at the sky. Dark clouds shrouded the sun. It was going to rain soon. It felt quite unusual to be this dark at ten in the morning. The leaves on the trees seemed to have stopped moving. Everything was still without the usual gushes of wind. In spite of the gray-ish atmosphere and less sunlight, the trees and flowers looked beautiful than ever now. They were still and I could, for the first time notice their many different colours.

 

I forced myself to pull my eyes away from the beautiful scene in front of me and opened my bag to take out the things I needed. I put the small board with the white piece of paper on my lap and started drawing.

 

Presently, a drop of water fell on the page. I ignored it and continued drawing. Another drop fell, then another… And before I could do anything, the drizzle had ruined my drawing. I took out a tissue and placed it on the paper, being careful enough not to smudge it. In a few moments, it was raining heavily. I sighed and put the drawing aside on the grass. I stood up and stepped out of the shelter of the tree. The anger of my work being ruined was replaced by the happiness that the rain had brought.

 

I no longer had any worries. For those few moments that I stood in the rain, I did not have a care in the world. I faced the sky with my eyes closed; the rain water drenching me to the skin. For a split second, I felt bliss. I felt I like I was in heaven. I turned around and looked at the piece of paper. It no longer had the drawing I had made. Instead, it was now a reminder of the time I felt bliss.

 

The trees had its dust washed away and its original, refreshing colour was back. The rain had washed away all signs of neglect.

 

Reviews

[Alya Usman]

Very nice and expressive, Manu-chan! (I can call you that, right? xD)