Drops of rain thumped on the roof tops. Clouds bawled their
hearts out when lightening stroked them. Preksha stood near the window resting
her elbows against the frame. Her eyes witnessed the rain remaining stagnant.
Her thoughts were conversed not by her lips but her eyes. Her mother stopped by
her. She cleared her throat handing her a cup of coffee. The girl held the cup
without moving her eyes off the rain. Her mother blew the vapor off and tasted
it.
“What happened dear?” She asked sliding the hand on her
head.
“Nothing” she quivered her head looking into her mother’s
eyes.
Her mother stretched her hand out of the window till a drop
of rain landed on her finger. “Do you know the similarity between your eyes and
this rain drop?” she pulled her hand in. “No” Preksha answered taking a sip of
coffee.
“It does reflect the world but it can’t hide anything” She
looked into her eyes, “Your eyes are like the drops of rain” Preksha laid her
head on her shoulder, “I had a fight with Laxmi today”
“Don’t worry. You will be friends again” she rubbed her hand
on her arms soothing her. The door bell rang. Her mother kept the cup on the
window frame. She unlocked the door welcoming her father. He stood holding a
bottle of bear. Her mother held the bottle. Her father walked forward piercing
his elbow in her arm. She couldn’t bear the pain and fell on the floor
“What is the matter with you? Why can’t you stop drinking?”
Preksha walked towards him in fury.
Her father slapped tightly on her face and stormed in his
room shutting the door. She bent down on her knees and wiped the tears from her
cheeks.
“I am fine dear” her mother hid the previous scars on her
body.
She hugged her tight, “I have got my eyes from you”
