It was years back when we were in the final years of the bachelor’s degree in the city of Hyderabad, India. My friend Farah and I decided to go to the University area and spend time together by walking, if we get tired sit somewhere and talk. As we are coming closer to the graduation we didn’t know what we were going to do in the future. Of course we wanted to continue education and do Masters but our families had different plans. They wanted us to get married to the guys they arrange. We both have been friends for a long time and sometimes it is hard to find a friend who is just like you in everything even thinking. We both belong to different religions but for friendships nothing comes in between. Both the families were happy with our wonderful friendship.
Farah and I have almost same kind of ideas and thoughts and we used to amaze each other sometimes finishing each other’s sentences. College friendships are the closest friends we’ll ever have. We can never forget them and sometimes they last until the end.
The day turned out to be a beautiful day. We didn’t expect that. There was slow breeze which is spreading the sweet fragrance of earth that we feel before it starts raining. We took deep breath and then the rain drops started falling, there were clouds in the sky, they were playing hide and seek with the sun. It looked like as if the black clouds whenever they cover the sun they are asking him to leave and let them have fun by letting the rain go down but sun weren’t giving up and he wanted to play the game for a while.
Our topic turned to marriage. My parents are looking for a life partner for me. And there is one match they want me to think about it or accept it because they think it is a very good proposal. We have no clue how the relationships work because we didn’t date, which is not encouraged especially in the middle class families. My friend asked me, ‘Durga, what do you think about the guy your parents saw?’
I said, ‘I don’t know Farah because he is the only son and his family is very traditional, you know I don’t want to marry a guy who takes dowry.’ We were so naïve, and took relationships very easy at that time.
Farah said, ‘I don’t know why the parents make us do things we don’t like. Let’s do one thing, we’ll marry the guy they show us if it works out that’s good and if doesn’t we can just ………….’
‘Divorce him or get separated.’ I said and then we both burst into laughter.
A person carrying hot peanuts in a basket was selling them. It’s perfect for that kind of weather. We bought peanuts and enjoyed eating them while we walked.
‘Yeah, when we have options I don’t understand why people make a big fuss about it.’ Farah said.
‘We’ll have jobs and we are not going to be like others as they have to live with their husbands because they don’t have financial independence. But we’ll be free like birds….’ I raised my hands and made the flying gesture.
We were laughing like Hyenas as soon as I raised my hands.
The rain became heavy and everybody around us took out the umbrellas and we didn’t have any so we got wet and loved every minute of it.
‘Then, if we find another guy who is nice then we’ll marry again it’s that simple. I don’t know why people make life so complicated….’
‘Yes next time I select the guy that looks good just the way I want, should be very nice and gentle doesn’t say anything if we live the life the way we wanted and not like the others want us to live.’
‘Of course my dear.’ I said.
We were just having fun while we can. If we take things that are very serious and humor them it’s kind of relief for us. We know what we are talking is not going to happen or at least we have a doubt about it.
That shows how inexperienced with relationships we were.
The heavy rain turned into slight drizzle. We were walking on the side walk in the beautiful University campus area which is surrounded by green trees; some trees were green from the bottom to the top because the thick green vines covered tree trunks from the bottom. There were different kinds of Jasmines, some were plants and some vines spread all over the place and the breeze was spreading their sweet fragrance. We saw some young lovers who were trying to hide behind those vines.
I stopped and suddenly asked Farah, ‘if we start dancing right now as we are so happy what do you think people will say?’
‘They’ll definitely think that we are crazy people. Some of them were looking at us for not having umbrellas and for getting drenched in the heavy rain.’
‘But what’s wrong once in a while we get wet and it is so beautiful? When we were kids if we did the same thing playing in the rain, jumping in the rain puddles making music in the rain water, make paper boats, let them go in the rain and laugh with happiness, nobody bothered but when you grow up everything becomes restricted.’
We finished peanuts. I said, ‘that’s why Bertrand Russell said in one of his books that if a grown up person really feel like dancing on the road society is not going to accept it. This is so true.’
‘Did you go into your poetical mood again?’ Asked Farah and then said smiling, ‘don’t worry you’ll do whatever you like.’
It was getting dark. Before we go home we want to enjoy the beautiful scenery which looked like a painting, Sweet breeze, the fresh rain water falling on us made us feel as if it’s washing away all our tensions and worries. We just lived in the moment and we’ll never forget the beautiful day we spent together.