Who Cares for the Rest of the World?

     

She could smell the petrichor after the rain drops had drenched the thirsty muddy backyard of her house. It was a bright sunny day in early summers and rain was just not expected. But all of a sudden the sky went overcast and it started raining like a miracle from the heavens. The half an hour siesta had not relieved her aching body as much as the smell of the geosmin had caused her the most needed relief. It reminded her of the carefree days of the yesteryear while her beloved would hold her hand and stand in the downpour so long as it had not stopped raining.

     She was yearning for her love for too long now. It was almost a year that she had not caught the sight of his face even for a while. Her heart thumping hard in her chest, she woke up from the deep slumber and almost stumbling over the bedpost, walked out of her room rubbing her sleepy eyes. Her beautiful bright face dazzled like full moon in a summer night. But it was broad daylight when she appeared from the dimly lit room like a wave of gushing water debouches from an overflooded river. Such was her sudden appearance on the scene that any tender heart could fall for her beauty. But she was lost in the fondest thoughts of her beloved. Who cared for the rest of the world?

     It was the flood of her emotions that she rushed out in a spree as if her soulmate was standing already doused in the proverbial waters of longing for her. But he was nowhere to be seen. It was just an empty backyard like the one she had beheld only a while ago. It was raining buckets but deep down her heart had begun to pine like a restless captive bird trying to break loose from the shackles of separation. Enough was enough for that moment had brought her truest emotions to the fore. And there it was! The first drop from her eye poured down her cheek like a streak of light. Her eyes were now so full of tears that she could not see properly. She had to close them slightly to let the flow recede and as she dropped her eyelids, her eyelashes fluttered like wings of an eagle, as if they craved for a swift flight to her beloved's place and open only to his face and nothing else. She opened her eyes and closed them again as if there was a tenuous thread of hope to see him the next time she would open them. But that was not to be...

Everything in the world except his face was visible but who cared for the rest of the world?