Colors.

She entered the elevator and pressed the 3rd number from the lower right corner. The elevator slowly began its pull and in exactly 45 seconds as she had timed it ever so often in the past, she reached her destination. Before leaving, she turned around and said good night to the lift man, who was surprised by the gesture.

*ting tong*

Dad opened the door and greeted her with wide arms. She entered the house and her immediate attention went towards the kitchen where her mother was preparing her favorite arabiata pasta. The aroma filled the living room and her taste buds immediately began to respond. 10 hops and she reached her bedroom, which was right across the kitchen and changed into comfortable clothes.

After enjoying dinner with amma and appa, she decided to listen to some soothing music to drown away into the day’s memory. It was indeed a long day…

It began with the bright green rays of the sun rising outside her window. She sure loved waking up with nature. Stretching her hands up and taking in the fresh air, she made her way to the kitchen. She poured herself a cup of purple tea and returned to her bedroom to enjoy the morning sight. The sky was red and everything around was a shade of pink. People on the streets looked tiny because she was on the 123rd floor of the building, almost bumping into the yellow clouds. Far away she could see a train approaching. Emitting blue smoke into the atmosphere, it made its way past her building and into an orange fog.

Then all of a sudden the yellow clouds turned into a bright neon shade, which could only mean one thing – it was about to rain. It started with a few golden drops at first, but before she could blink twice, it started to pour.

People ran for cover outside and umbrellas were opened as the clouds spat out their beads of water. Puddles began plinking as the rainfall became heavier. The roofs of the cars danced with spray and she could hear the murmuring of the rain through the window. It sounded like the buzzing of angry bees.

She hurriedly removed the clothes hanging on the grill and closed the window. The golden drops from the clothes started to accumulate on the floor and began forming into weird shapes. She looked at them and chuckled.

The weather was so beautiful that she decided to take a stroll down the street by herself and enjoy the peaceful and quiet ambience. Well, except of course for the pitter patter of the rain.

Up ahead she could see a set of violet mountains all lined up next to each other, with the tallest one in the middle. She loved everything there is about nature and she wanted to explore more. She regretted not bringing along her best friend to enjoy the experience. But she decided to take it all in and describe it to her the next day.

The heavy downpour was now a slight drizzle. The noise lessened and the drops faded into a musical chime. The sun came out again, casting slanted beams of light across the meadow. Steam rose slowly from the grass. It rose up eerily and drifted mist-like towards the sun. The image was so vivid that it stayed with her all the way home.

There were very few people on the street. Guess the rains had the opposite effect on others. But she loved every bit of it. The smell of grey wet mud, the freshness of leaves, the cool breeze and the lonesome existence. She wanted to stop time and stay in that moment for eternity but guess life doesn’t stop for nobody.

A loud noise, she heard coming from a distance. It was a high pitch familiar sound. As she started walking towards the direction from which the sound came, it became louder and louder. She knew what the sound was.

It was the milk boiler.

She opened her eyes and it was all black again.

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