Jayan

It was raining outside.

A lot of people were doing a lot of things.

Suddenly, that familiar sound of the motorbike.

It has been more than twenty years. Yet, I knew immediately he had actually arrived.

I walked up and down.

Peeked out to the verandah.

That motorbike was there.

Funny, it was locked in a tight red cage.

Weird.

Almost like a tiger's cage.

But, it didn't matter. He was actually here.

I quickened my steps and ran to the kitchen.

And there he was. Wet from the rain. Head to toe.

Hair plastered to his head.

Clad in a black T-shirt. Grey slacks.

I ran to him. You're all wet! I said.

I took the edge of my top and tried wiping his face.

The water kept flowing. Like the rain was on his face.

Where did you go? All these while?

Don't you know, I've been looking for you?

That beautiful eyes looked at me. That similar smile. Twinkle in the eyes.

Ohh! I remember it so well.

He just held out his hands and i slid into his arms.

It seemed like i have finally flown back into my nest.

I turned to grab a towel.

Returned to towel him dry. He was not there.

I heard his voice. Here, there and everywhere.

I ran and ran.

Where did he go?

With a heavy heart, I looked hard around me.

He was not there.

Adjusting my eyes to the darkness around. I tried searching for the motorbike.

Neither him nor it was there.

This is now. Another time another place.

Then, I realized it was just a dream.

That silly warm feeling still lingering, I got up and decided to start my day.

Logic always won. Not a minute to be wasted on nonexistent abstraction.

Life goes on.