The Memoirist
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The Memoirist

100-Word Memoir

Raindrops keep falling on my face…

A monsoon in my eyes, a tempest in my heart

Photo of raindrops falling on water while a small paper boat bobs up and down.
Photo by MItodru Ghosh on Unsplash

It was raining hard that warm autumn afternoon. The ambient heat was nowhere as oppressive as in summer in the plains, relieved only by cloudbursts. Nor was the sky dark, gloomy, gravid with stormy monsoon showers. I stepped out onto the street sans umbrella; rain pouring from a hazy, sunlit sky drenched me cap-à-pie, water streaks down my cheeks perfectly concealing two streams of tears. Unfathomable emotions welled up inside my chest, threatening to suffocate me unless I had that lachrymose release of my grief.

For I knew, somehow, I would never get to see or hug my grandmother again.

Oh, and trying out the tagging thing: KiKi Walter, Preeti Ramachandran, Gaurav Jain, Bernice Puzon, Drashti Shroff, et alia.

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Kausik Datta

Kausik Datta

Wannabe storyteller in science. Graduate of John Hopkins Science Writing MA program.