COLDER THAN RAIN
Rains. Remembers me of my
childhood.
We were playing
football at our village field, with my cousins there was Irfan and his brother
Ihsan, Danial and Wafi. During that time, we played so hard and suddenly
rain stopped by pouring the dried field, we were wet and soaked with sweat. We
head home. Sloppy, wet, soaked with muds covers on our feet, plus there
are birds flying in the sky singing happily in the pouring rain.
On our
way home, we crossed a handmade bridge crossing the small water line made out
of wood, it was squeaking when feet touches it. Below the squeaking
bridge there are small fish swimming gracefully, the droplet of pouring rain, a
clicking sound of droplet are heard. We head home as fast as we could
before our moms gets worried, happily when we reached home, our dads bought a
bunch of “putu halba”. The putu halba are warm, juicy and steamy and it is so
great with warm teas, enjoying the rain moment, thunders clapping here and
there. Coconut
husk, and brown sugar, is the best combination with “putu halba”, it was a cold
day during the rain.
We sat and chat and laughing.We played eating games during the rain, we played
hide and seek during the rain, we played saidina during the rain, ohh how I
missed them. There is nothing like a good, happy and non-conflict family
was. I missed every second of my childhood. Rain, it means everything to me. every
time it comes, recalls me of them. Every clap! every flash! There are memories
in them. If you hear what I hear, if you see what I see, if you feel
what I feel.
And
now, they are all gone. Gone diminished by construction! Gone bit by bit! Tall
towers rising into the sky!! The cold went cool, the cool goes to warm,
and the warm turns to hot! Greens are bleached to the hands of the
irresponsibility!! No man wants its childhoods been crushed, no man wants his
playground to be squeezed, and no man wants his grandchild sees the replica of
the original!
And finally it ends with highly technologies structures,
global warming here and there, flash floods, stormy winds, IRRESPONSIBLE!!
THE END
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