non finito (short story)

“well, we’re now here.”

and there we stood. right in the middle of the bustling city with so many others brushing us by. i tilted by head a little to figure what exactly has changed about him. of course, that moustache. but his eyes remains ever so alluring. something in them still tell a similar story he did several years ago. when we were cherishing the moments of youth and vibrancy.

several years ago

he stood there with his hair all perfectly combed back, shirt neatly tucked and shoes cleanly polished. his eyes gazed around frequently but most often than not, it held a firm certainty. perhaps a certain sort of exuberance i lacked a particular aspect of courage to embrace.

but somehow, he paid close attention to the littlest details that intrigued me too.  the metaphors of clouds or bees, both living and dead was what he often pondered about. i couldn’t quite exactly put together what his thoughts were but i saw them in his writing. there was this once, we were given an assignment to write a short poem about anything really to share with the class. i have to admit it wasn’t easy at all. not especially the way a poem had to focus on a specific theme and idea. but i wrote one any way. ideas were thrown back and forth as i seeked the things closest to my heart for inspiration.

at last, i completed my poem. my poem about raindrops:

pitter patter, pitter patter

down the stream, i see a ripple

a tear of sadness 

fights to wrestle 

in this zone of losing battles 

pitter patter, pitter patter 

the fall, that only matters

wish it lasted for eternal 

—   i had to recite this in front of everyone, which wasn’t the simplest thing to do because he was there.

but he came chasing after me as soon as the school dismissal bell rang.

” uh your poem,”

he shrugged in hope that i could strike up the conversation with a question or two to break the ice and get going but the fuel of guts and glory was gradually extinguishing. did he enjoy it or was it a grudge he held against it?

” i liked it.” he blurted out as he yearned for an explanation about it.

i began explaining how: raindrops are just like us in life. as we begin our journey and have the cloud let us go, we begin to fall. fall as gravity pulls us and every part of our nonsensical ideas down and back to earth. but who knew what we were up for? as we eventually landed onto the battles of life, the war that was without any victory, we start to struggle to stay alive. but this world is a war zone itself. no place where you and i stand on today is safe. so, we begin to miss the times of freedom, the times of just falling amidst the sky. 

but he had a total different view on what a raindrop represented.

He chuckled, “to me, raindrops are merely the hurdles we face in life. once we’ve overcome them, they don’t deserve to be on our cloud anymore. therefore, rain and wash away the scars that give us excruciating pain.”

and that, was how we began speaking.

He shared daily on a range of metaphors that spoke to him and frequently wrote poems to accompany the unknown thoughts of his. We could almost go on for days just speaking about the possibilities ever so prevalent in this world and yet, so many neglect the ways of it.  Just like every other decent relationship, only the discovery stage seemed to hold the most amount of fun. Knowing that we shared something in common was all we needed to start basing our love equation. Only to realise soon enough that somewhere, something went wrong. That a certain chemical did not produce the desired reaction and solution. as soon as boredom sufficed, we began getting nonchalant over keeping the flame alive. how was your day becomes a daily obligation, missing out the aspect of care and concern. even our unconventional theories and metaphors were not enough to keep the conversation going because we only wished for something new, fresh and clean. for a someone to take us on a whole new adventure, to begin all again from stage discover.

one day, he explains to me. he brought it back to the first idea that brought us together — raindrops.

we are all raindrops. we behave exactly like raindrops. when a raindrop falls on a window pane, a thousand others would’ve done the same. when one raindrop finally collides with another, the droplet becomes longer. just like how we are born into this world with so many others. as life goes along, we will keep meeting people. and as we meet people, we form so many connections and begin to grow as a person. even though it may seem like people come and go, they have already made an impact on your life one way or another.

“maybe one day in the future, our long rain droplets would meet each other. in all hope, that we would have sorted out our theories and definitions. promise me when that day comes, you’d laugh and remember the old memories we have created together. now, go along. the adventure of life awaits as we meet other rain droplets”

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and there we stood. right in the middle of the bustling city with so many others brushing us by. i tilted by head a little to figure what exactly has changed about him. of course, that moustache. but his eyes remains ever so alluring. something in them still tell a similar story he did several years ago. when we were cherishing the moments of youth and vibrancy.

we had such different opinions on raindrops and yet,

maybe after all these years,  i can finally complete this non finito.

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