LOVE POEMSBOARD

The Monsoon Night

by Saroj Kr. Parida

My heart bit goes up beyond the threshold level, as I am present here alone tonight. No one else is here to listen my voice to reduce the calmness. Bus is also playing with me. The last bus at 10 pm is cancelled due to this bad weather. Next bus to Bhubaneswar is arriving on morning 6 am. Where do I stay? When trouble comes, it comes up with its friends; I remembered this line from the spiritual book that I last read. My sense comes to its original state as rain fall starts. Monsoon is just arrived this place a little earlier. I ran into the bus stop shelter. It is better to stay here rather to drain the nose by standing in the rain. I immediately take the chair to slow down my bit rate. Who says government is not doing anything for the people. See this shelter; a horrible place, but for me it becomes a gift from god to stay here for the whole night. Rourkela is a place where you can find anything other than a house & a job, as population is growing rapidly. But I am not responsible for this yet, because I am unmarried. Who the hell give you a girl to marry unless you don’t have a good job? It is better to stay like animals rather than as human, no need of jobs, no wet clothes to wear in these rainy days...

Unintended thoughts are coming in to my mind. I usually sleep in the night at this time, but today I have no intention to sleep in this place. May theory of relativity is implemented here to increase the time of occurrence of this night. Night becomes lengthier this time. I decided to talk with the broken chairs around me, than to seal the mouth for a whole night. It’s a crazy thing but more effective. Time passed on...

I am looking at the watch, its 11pm only. 7 hours more. Mind calculates each second to find the remaining time. Suddenly a strange thing happens. A girl may be of 22 or 23 ages comes towards the bus stop and asking me,” when will the bus arrives”. I told 6 am. Oh no!!! Why these things happen to me? She told with a louder voice & sits on the chair. It is really a bad thing that every odd will happen to these beautiful girls. God’s judgement may be very cruel this time to you, I told with a very soft voice. She looked at me with her strange eyes. I put my eyes down as I am little shy about the girls. After some time I raised my head and saw she is sitting 3 to 4 hands away from me. Totally front to front, just like north & south poles of the magnet. Most often our eyes were meet each others...

I looked at the girl; I noticed, she is wearing blue salwar, kamiz and put her dopatta on her head like to prevent rain. Due to rain most of her