Tobby fell sick in a Rainy Day

     Two days were wet and the murmur of the raining filled my room. Usually I will be active and smart during rainy days, an unknown crocodile mind will rise up in may mind. The watery patches, the muddy  pools, the half rotten leaves and plants...and the ever-breaking sounds and movements of living and non living enthrall me, the crocodile. As it were every rainy day today also I jumped out of the bed in the early morning and strode every corner of the all rooms without any purpose. A kind of pleasure was bubbling inside my heart. I drank a coffee, a strong coffee. snipped the cloths on the bed and over the cushions in the drawing room. I neared the windows opened all the glasses of the windows sided all the window curtains. Rain drops fell and broke on the naked windows. "come out, shhh...come out", I heard outside the door. The pleasing husky sound of Priya spread out from the closed door. I slowly opened one pane of the door and peeped my head out of the gap. My god! I could see Tobby drenched and shivering standing at the edge of the slippery step. I took a dry cushion sheet and went to them, ' Keep it ," I  pressed it into her hand and went to the insolent naughty Tobby. He stepped back an inch and I was sure that in the next adventurous movement backward he will splash in the muddy water and roaring rain. 

     We were inside the cosy room I prepared last night. The rain was harsh and there were cool winds swirling my  hut. It was horrible to sleep. So I made up all these things with an old cotton cushion and wool and canvas. Tobby was sleeping on the bed and Priya was sipping slowly and feeling every drop of the coffee I made now.