a mARTIAN dIARY

“And it rained”

The status message of a fellow classmate shook him from his sleepy conversation with his laptop.
“It rained?” he thought. When? Now?
“I cant hear anything.” He runs to the nearest window, shakes off the curtain as the dust finds its way  into places he will never think about of his body, but places that will remain with him till the day he dies, he stares at the cold dark night illuminated by light without a celestial origin.
“Well it’s not raining now”
“Obviously, they why would she write ‘it rained’ it should be ‘it is raining’. Did he miss anything? Was he too engrossed in his artificial friend? The irony of the situation struck him, to people, who he cared the most he had not time, but to this thing of plastic he had devoted the best part of his last year.
“Never mind! lemme ask”
His plastic proxy for communication is activated. Magical 1’s and 0’s race with light.

Pop comes something in the right hand corner.

“Oh it’s that buffoon pinging me. What does he want now?”
“Hi”
“Hi there”
“hey one small doubt?”
“sure”
“it rained?”
“???”
“your status…did it rain??”
“are you making fun of me?”
“huh? No? why?”
“well its raining”
“hmm lemme see”.. “nope its not..i cant see anything”
“our hostels are close it cant be not raining at ur place now can it?”
“hmm possible..why not!”
“sabari! ur crazy, I just asked bajaj..he said its raining! And his room is just 2 rooms away from yours!”
“huh!”
“what Huh!”
“lemme ask him”

“Hi Bajji”
“Hi saber!”
“Its raining?”
“yeah”
“??? Where are you??”
“at 2 in the night? Where do you think??? My room!”
“!!! Ok..lemme come there..”
This time the rush in his being is gone as he gets up from his bed and puts a t as he walks towards the door. “I should probably clean my room” “later perhaps”
He take the turn moves towards room no 65. “its locked from outside” “how come?”
Knock knock
Knock know “bajji” bajjiiii”
Retraces his steps.
“Where are you man?”
“I was waiting for you ? where are you?”
“Well your room is locked…from outside”
“Impossible I can see it, its open”
“come on..i just came and saw”
“stop faking u lazy bum, let me come to you then”
Chat silence
“what games are you playing sabari, where are you?”
“what? I was waiting for you”
“room no 59 rt?”
“Yeah”
“Well its open but no one inside”

(No..this is not a reflection of some deep rooted fear of being alone..cuz I already considered it before writing and by the law about the universe it ceases to be the truth…this is just a writing experiment )