As it had been raining I had resorted to driving to work but it is not quite same when you drive .When you ride you can feel the wind that kisses your lips and carries the songs you hum to oblivion.
On the top of the flyover, I just paused to remember that not long ago I used to click the sun on my mobile as he went up the sky.The trees below,the hues of the skies were too beautiful to be missed.
Then came the days when sun was hidden for a while by clouds. It rained incessantly and puddles on the roads became craters. I ended up navigating through a difficult terrain what was once a shiny and smooth road caressed by the rubber of the tyres.
Perhaps not seeing the sun for few days I stopped looking for him .I forgot that he used to make the sky beautiful and I used to be filled with joy seeing him go up painting his pathways for us to marvel at the colours and imagery that presented in the horizon .Yet I had forgot to look at it. May be through the clouds the sun still looked at me hoping I may look at him. He had never changed. He still rose and set the same way as he used to. He still created magic through the clouds that tried their best to restrict his expressions in their zeal to pour themselves for a thirsty earth.
I went the same way too. But I did not look up the same way I used to look early. I had found it interesting to look at the reflections of the sky in the muddy puddles that lay on my way. I was fascinated by the drops of rain that had fell on my windshields and were wiped away.
A few clouds in between in the few rainy days had changed the way I looked at the sun. Affection like most things in this world comes with an expiry date and is dependent on the circumstances of the participants.
