"The blades of green grass twinkled with the droplets of water they carry after a good shower from the clouded sky. Maguire stood dazed inside her room, near the window with a hot cup of coffee in her hand. It was still drizzling outside. She could see the sea from the distance and the dockyard nearby where the workers seemed to be busy engrossed in their work. Neither the wind nor the rain diverted their attention. The sea gulls which used to hover over the small ships returning after their days work seems to find warmth in the protrusions of the dockyards. Maguire noticed the way they flapped their wings to dry them from the wetness of the rain.
The flag on top of one of the buildings nearby has stopped waving as it stood shrunken in the midst of the downpour. The vehicles passing by and the honking sound it makes,the busy people on road, the newspaper boy with his daily, the milkman; passed through her mind as images, as she stood looking out of the window.
Maguire loved the monsoon rains when she was a kid. She loved the way things were as opposed to the usual sunny days. She loved the cool breeze which accompanies the rain, just like anyone would. But for Maguire, rain evoked pain more than anything. She craved to doze off in the cradling of the emotions induced by the climate. To fall into a state so that she could forget her thoughts. Every time she expects that for at-least once , Tomlin would come to see his dear wedded wife.
She recalls that it was on a rainy day that he proposed to her, on a rainy romantic night he made love and on a rainy turbulent day he left her presence! Nature too didn't approve to his coffin being cremated, that it was a very virulent day. From that day onward, Tomlin stayed in herself though lost in the presence of a monsoon day.
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