Milomi's world

I crane my head to see myself amidst a sea of umbrellas. They are bobbing and bustling by, weaving paths around me. The people are looking down with their coats drawn up to their ears. And I stand there- unadorned and the odd one out.

Do I need an umbrella? Or is it fine if I just get wet and laugh and throw my hands up in the air and jump like a kid? Is it fine if I steer away from convention and listen to my heart; telling me to make the best of this?

I slowly walk away from the mass of umbrellas towards an open space. Looking up the sky I open my hands and smile at the rain that falls on my face. Had I been in a museum, I’d be sculpted into another art piece. But right then, I was my own art. I was experiencing the wet as well as embracing the wild and I was a flurry of thought and emotion.

It was liberating, really. I heard the people walk past and double back to stare at me. I could see their thoughts and amusement and disapproval. I could feel their eyes boring into the back of my head. But all these thoughts were drowned by the joy, the freedom, the passion I was living through at that moment.

On my way back, I didn’t notice how I was soaked to the skin; how I stank of mud and dew; how my clothes were clinging to me; how I was shivering. I only noticed the rising feeling in my chest. It felt like my whole world was smiling.

Written by
Milomi.