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The Drop on Green

She could see the brown cloud from the glasses in her car. She knew she had to rush back before it actually started raining. For some pedantic reason, she hated the rains. The petichor, the greenery, the big fat drops on the grasses on her lawn would evince the distaste she had for them; give her butterflies in stomach, everytime it would rain. 

But, her car broke down 200 metres from her house and it started raining already. 
Those round, fat drops kept hitting her windscreen. She had switched on the wipers and kept waiting for it to get over. Even though she kept looking outside for anyone to help her, none could be seen on roads guess they must have forecasted the rains and were already lying cozy on their couches enjoying the lousy rains. The wait seemed forever. So, she ran and took shelter under a tree. Her house was in a visible range. So, she decided she would take turn hiding under the trees with a plastic bag above her head to avoid those rain drops falling on her. 

It was when she was under a tree that she had her gaze stuck at a drop lingering on the leaf. She had seen it before; the only difference it was a tear from his eyes that had lingered on his cheek, he who had died in her own cursed arms. She didn’t realize her hand had limped instantly with the bag falling from her hand. And, without her knowing she was running towards that drop to save it from falling as if saving that drop from falling would help her salvage him.

She reached out under the leaf and the drop fell right in her palm along with a drop of tear from her own eye. The next moment, she was out in the rains totally oblivious of her senses.  There were tears in her eyes, followed by the deluge of all those emotions she had kept locked inside since the day she had failed to revive him, failed herself professionally. She cried and cried till the rain got tired of wiping her cheeks and her throat caved.                         

                                 
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This is my response to the Trifecta weekly challenge, which is to write a 33 to 333-word response  using the following word/definition:
PEDANTIC (adjective) = Unimaginative, Pedestrian. 
Also, for WriteOnEdge challenge to use 'petrichor'.
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  1. AnonymousMay 21, 2013 at 7:53 PM

    This is wonderfully expressive.

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  2. JyotiMay 21, 2013 at 8:04 PM

    This one is awesome, Shreya! :)

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  3. UnknownMay 21, 2013 at 10:15 PM

    Very expressive, nicely written. I'm from India as well so special hi!

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    1. ShreyaKashyapMay 22, 2013 at 12:50 AM

      Thanks Varsha and a special hi to you too ! :)

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  4. AnonymousMay 21, 2013 at 10:29 PM

    This is an interesting character. I was curious as to why she feared the rain so much. It makes sense that it wasn't really the rain itself, but the emotions it triggered.

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    1. ShreyaKashyapMay 22, 2013 at 12:53 AM

      Thanks Janna for reading ... If any event is capable of spoiling rains for you that must be one of its kind !

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  5. AnonymousMay 22, 2013 at 8:36 PM

    Aching, haunting, sad and beautiful.

    At first I thought it was her lover she lost, and then a patient, and then realized perhaps he was both. I thought the desperation that she felt, and the movement of scrambling for the raindrop was really a wonderful peace of writing showing us emotional distress, showing us desperate sorrow.

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    1. ShreyaKashyapMay 23, 2013 at 6:22 PM

      Thanks Whispatory ... So happy you liked it ! :)

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  6. Lyssa MedanaMay 22, 2013 at 8:49 PM

    This is such a heartbreaking story, and I love the way you use the rain as a metaphor LM x

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    1. ShreyaKashyapMay 23, 2013 at 6:24 PM

      Thanks Lyssa ... It's really heartbreaking if one detastes rain for any such reason !

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  7. brudbergMay 23, 2013 at 1:26 AM

    I wonder if she is on her way to recovery after this release of tension...

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    1. ShreyaKashyapMay 23, 2013 at 6:24 PM

      I hope so too ... I hope she redeemd herself ! Thanks Bjorn for reading :)

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  8. DraugMay 23, 2013 at 8:48 AM

    That's so sad )':

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  9. TrifectaMay 23, 2013 at 8:01 PM

    Sometimes it's those little, unexpected things.

    Thank you for linking up! Please don't forget to come back to vote!

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  10. Ann BennettMay 24, 2013 at 10:52 PM

    So sad, good writing.

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  11. CameronMay 25, 2013 at 7:36 AM

    The rain can be wonderfully cathartic. The release of emotion, the peace, it's beautiful.

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    1. ShreyaKashyapMay 25, 2013 at 1:33 PM

      Yes, I agree ... As the adage goes, no one sees you crying in the rains ! Thanks Cameron for reading :)

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