Yesterday, I passed through an electrical storm.

On rainy days, we'd go swimming out
On rainy days, swimming in the sound
On rainy days, we'd go swimming out

Sometimes, summer days transform. They modify their own place in the Timeline of Seasons to become a different one altogether; such a season might not even exist except in the warm evenings of late autumn, and the chill of the new monsoon sunrise.
Something like a symbol, like the Harvest moon, and the breathless wakening in a cool air-conditioned room.


Yesterday, I went out in the sun. It was supposed to be a ruffling, panting experience, instead of the commonplace "outing", per se.
A graciously obliging wind suddenly passed by my face and I passed on onto higher realms.

As I was coming back, I brought with me a bar of dark chocolate. Its contours smoothening my rough hand as it placed a bit of it within my palm through the rickety rickshaw ride.
And, it was not the only thing that was lifting my spirits. The idea of the wintry chill inside my room, and the privacy for me was enough.
It's highly likely that my hands writhed with the excitement. It had been some time since I had dark chocolate, and my lips ached for a taste of it.

Once inside the house, it was an Electrical Storm. Something exploded in me, and it was all a blur. It's not "sinful" or "sensuous" as everyone keeps telling you, Wanderer.
It's almost as if a dominatrix comes to life within the bar, a mistress, a lover and a woman suddenly appears from nowhere, and then she kisses your lips with her mouth commanding and demanding power and your stomach says no to too much of it. Yet... yet, and yet, your lips love it, your tongue searches for it and your brain adores it.

Sometimes, electrical storms happen while the season is not quite built for it.

{Song: Electrical Storm, by U2}