Yellow Umbrella — What happened when ‘Best Couple’ Fought!
They were sitting. Quietly at their eleventh floor office. One in white and another in light pink. Their workstation a perfect pedestal to savor rains without getting wet. From there they used to see people walk down the lane that lead to main gate, see people sipping tea sitting on bench under that shady almond tree. They enjoyed watching people from above. It made them feel like super-humans. They watched people walk away from their tower and come to it, in group of two, three, four and sometimes lonely souls. But today was unlike those days. Nobody was looking through glass walls. The eyes that watched people from eleventh floor were busy onto something else today. Fingers were pointed at one another, mouths opened wide and shut, the poor rack of files were getting punched and kicked from their restive place. A war was upon them. Every other occupant of eleventh floor was staring at the screen before them. The blue, white, yellow screens with black texts. But they were quite as if everyone wanted to listen what was going on and not disturb — pin-drop silence, hitherto unlike to this place has crept in. They were amused, stunned to discover even the ‘best couple’ sometimes fought and how! In the heady storm, stormed out the White with Pink following just behind. Sigh! Cried eleventh floor.
The battle continued inside lift that occupied just two of them. There were words in high decibels, sentences that made other person cry a little inside but none cared to see in each others eyes. They were busy shouting at each other. They were at war. Thud! The vertical bus aka lift gave up at fifth floor. What a day it is turning out to be for the two. The two looked into their eyes for few quick milliseconds and turned away but how far can they walk in such small a lift floor. Doors opened with heavy alarm but there was storm that swirled in their heads. No place for a screeching alarm. Lifts were off. Stairs were the only way out. Pink took to stairs and the White followed. What a sight to behold. Down they walked, together but so apart. The decibels, uncalled words, strong lines were all present. There was all that could pull two souls apart. And apart they ran. White had outrun Pink only to stop at ground. Skies were raining cats and dogs. Believe me, they were.
The almond tree and empty bench were staring at them, so were the people. They were at ground zero not eleven from where they watched human souls pass. They were part of the crowd now. Water was everywhere. It had rained heavy and heavy it rained still. There was no sign it would stop any sooner. The flowers which bloomed in the morning were all distorted out of heavy rains that have lashed them blue. It was mayhem from the sky.
Shoop! Opened an Yellow Umbrella from the very crowd and quick walked the Pink away from frenzied people. Few steps away and White joined under the very fold of Yellow. Silence.
Two people walked away. Two people walked away together. Umbrella was big enough to hold two bodies in but only if they stuck together. Umbrella was their foe, foe of the anger that raged two. Rain had brought them close. The Yellow umbrella has ensured they stayed closer. Far they walked, far they walked holding onto each other. And slowly as bodies felt each others warmth, anger made way for love to seep in, love that was lost on the Eleventh Floor.
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