Jumping off from the chin to the wet ground below
His stare unperturbed
The huge Mango tree some 30 ft away
His entirety was soaked
Forgotten how long he had been standing there
He looked up
Up at the murky sky
The gentle rain
Hitting his face like a barrage
Lit a cigarette, dragged a big puff
Held his breath for sometime and let it go
Only if letting things go was as easy
Old friends
The lot of them, crazy bastards!
Old love
The only time he felt human
Old life
Everything seemed like a haze
What exactly was he reminiscing about
He heard someone call his name from his back
He turned around
Walked a few steps
Looked back at the tree, with wonder
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