Me As I See Myself
It rained again. An unseasonal warm spell wettened the black roads at the sunny time of the day, for the fourth time in two weeks. These unexpected rains annoyed her. They brought an uncomfortable uncertainty to the weather; neither the sun exercised its might nor the drizzles brought any relief. She had never liked such uncertainty, not in the weather, not in her life. But today's rain, she noticed, was different. Something about this drizzle was different, unusual. The energy absorbed her within minutes. She felt devoid of her actual strength. She started sensing the presence of someone other than herself in the house. No doubt her paranoia had returned, or maybe it had become worse. The rain made its presence felt in every room of her lavish apartment. This time she wanted to feel it, she wanted that presence to hover still in the air. She rose from her seat and walked towards the window. The afternoon sun planted soft kisses on her cheek. She suddenly felt strong, like a kid r...