He stood on the bridge seeing the water flow, the boats sailing like paper dots and the canvas of the horizon turning lighter. The skies were turning grey and the wind seemed to pick up speed. The skies did portend moderate downpour, though nothing ominous. He knew he had his raincoat and umbrella kept in the car if it became necessary. The driver became aware of the weather and came out with an umbrella in hand. Today he wanted to drench himself in the rains and walk back on his own. He signaled the driver to head back home taking him by surprise. Not in usual senses will someone get wet in an Armani suit.
|Man Standing at the Bridge|
'Give me an answer , you have been guiding my life'.
A light splashed and he thought he saw a faint picture among the clouds that blessed him . He bowed and closed his eyes. Years later he will stop by and again ask the divine.