The murky bundles of sin wove drapes around the heavens. Black tresses-like, dense, curly fur lazily spread in front, partly covering the mount. The features now remained hidden by design, from view, though the flashes of light revealed the crevices; dried-up channels like nail marks tapered down up to the valleys. The drums beat like the heart, audible in the nervous silence, gradually mounting in tempo. The blazing light was too flickering like in a night club; soft breezy caresses callously rousing frivolous expectations overflowing with the sensual prospects, rubbing out the pent- up fretfulness, giving space for indulgence; like the bushy dry grass vainly waiting for trickles of releasing wetness; the cleft, below the mounts seemed to quiver in bare anticipation of a surging torrent. The fields were scorched and separated by thin skinned boundaries, which served as the passage. In dry nakedness earth lay back in the blissful prospect of moisture in its arid bushy haunches.
I looked up at the array of hills brushing the horizon. I heard a distant rumble. Rain clouds had gathered and covered the hills.I walked and waited for the rain to stream my parched mind.The bundles of black cotton peeking from the tips of the south east horizon carried a breezy cheerfulness, amorous and frivolous. Dogs now changed to elephants as bearded fakirs got converted to old model cars. The rest of the vast expanse remained a faded blue where a flock of crows crossed hurriedly.A blurred, unsure moon, sans scars, lazily lingered.I walked; my nostrils craving for the muddy reek and body, the slashes of gushing rainwater.Three forth of the firmament was now covered with the black thunder clouds. Lightning flashed like so many dragons splitting the ether to pieces .The palm trees did not budge in the wind that was slowly gathering momentum; may be the vampires were still asleep on it.
Then abruptly the rain clouds had disappeared as strong winds herded them off to more virtuous places where righteous people lived and waited. I saw remnants of its trail in the far nook of the horizon. I felt sad and dejected as I walked my way back the winding path leaving behind, the dried-up hopes. The sky seemed downcast as one, who couldn’t weep, like the eye that couldn’t shed a tear
I looked back and the hills stood abandoned, barren and apathetic as a gust passed me by like a sigh that exhausted a suppressed desire.
Sasidharan Cheruvattath (La India)
With affection and gratitude to this magnificent man, for his invaluable support and friendship:
Arturo Juárez Muñoz