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UKArchive ID: 5777Rain Clouds over Marroccos by chrisk
Originally published on April 2, 2004 in Picks

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My good buddy Ian says it is safer for me to categorise this as fiction! I ask him why? He says for obvious reasons, and I say I don't know what he is talking about, It is fiction!'





chrisk


RAIN CLOUDS OVER MARROCCOS

BY C R KRISHNAN





Sunday afternoon.



Its 5 30 p.m. and I am depressed and I know the reason why. The short film I am making is not coming up the way I want and time is running out as the TV company who has commissioned it and paid an advance for it is getting impatient There is no escape now. It’s been like that for many months. I just can’t get it right. You see, it’s like a plant you have been nurturing for months and months. Its been watered, fed, stroked and you are hoping for the flowers to appear. But now for no apparent reason it is dying on you and you are helpless because you do not think you can save it. It’s withering in front of your eyes.

Long time ago there was a writer called Honore De Balzac, a French writer who was paid a lot of money to write some stories but he frittered the cash on drinks and women. The publishers then took the drastic step of locking him up in a room until he finished his stories for which they have already paid for. The story was known in English as ’Droll Stories’, fascinating short stories. No need to lock me up, as I am in my own prison.

I take my car to the Hove seaside by the King Alfred and the place is virtually deserted and I park in one of many empty spaces. Its cloudy and the sun will not get a chance to peer through before it disappears over the horizon. There are patches of rain clouds gathering.

I walk down to the pebble beach and I lie down looking at the cloudy sky. I can’t see many people around, but I notice a young woman sitting by the concrete thing that reduces the force of the waves coming to the shore. She is reading a book.

For some reason my tear ducts suddenly become active as it is so easy to cry when no one is looking! Since I am lying face up they roll straight down to my ears and I feel it dampening my shirt collar. Suddenly I am aware of the pebbles making noise under footsteps and I open my eyes to see this young woman looking down at me and asking, why am I crying? I say I am not, it’s the wind. (Men are not supposed to cry!). She says there is no wind, and asks me again why am I crying? So I admit and say O.K, I cannot control my tears and I tell her about the crisis I am facing.

Its starts to drizzle and we make our way to my car which is parked almost opposite Marroccos , the Italian café, where you get the best cappuccino in all of Brighton and Hove. I open the passenger door and ask her to sit in the front passenger seat and I sit in the back behind the driver’s seat. I say to her by sitting in this manner one can look at each other when talking and there is also space in between, which is more comfortable. She agrees with a smile. Then I say ‘hey, why sit here when we can go and have a coffee right across the road’?

She agrees to that too but tells me she has no money. I say that I have and that I am buying. So we go inside and I buy a cappuccino and she wants a milk shake and its quick service today as the place is almost deserted like the beach.

She is not British. From her accent I think she is Spanish or somewhere from the South American continent. She says she is from Barcelona. I ask her does she know a fellow called ‘Manuel’ who works in a hotel called ‘Faulty Towers’ and he is also from Barcelona? She says she does not. I then explain that she possibly wouldn’t as it’s from a T V show and she laughs and laughs as she also remembers it on Spanish TV when she was little.

One of the girls in the café who looks familiar (as I have been to this place umpteen times) comes over and asks why are we laughing so much and I tell her. She also laughs and goes and tells the other staff and they are all laughing.

Monica, the Spanish girl says I am funny and says she hasn’t laughed like that for some time. I feel good.

We come out and it’s still drizzling. I ask her where she is staying and she says at a house in New Church Road. So I drive her and we approach the house. I get out and open the door for her and suddenly realise what a beautiful girl she is. Shiny curly brown hair, with large brown eyes with long eye lashes and cherry red lips with no lipstick and virtually no make up. I wish I could kiss her and hold her tight to my chest.

I ask her how long is she staying in this country. She says another week and she is going back to Madrid. Madrid? I say. I thought you were from Barcelona like Manuel! She laughs again.

She says she is going to a convent and is going to be a nun. I do not know what to say and what to feel. I am numb. I take her hand and lift it up to my lips and kiss it as I feel its inappropriate to kiss her on the cheeks, but she kisses me on both cheeks slowly and also kisses me on my forehead, and says something in Spanish. I ask her what did she say?

She says it means ‘God bless you’ and laughs and I say God bless you too.

I go towards my car, open the door, and look towards the direction of her house, but she is gone.

I switch on my mobile to check for any messages and my wife’s voice comes on. She says please get some food from the take away .

So I drive towards a restaurant and the drizzle has now become a fully-fledged rainfall and I switch the wipers on. I look at them moving up and down from left to right and up and down and I am no longer depressed but I am sad, very sad.


© chrisk (chrisk on OLD UKA)
UKArchive ID: 5777
Archived comments for Rain Clouds over Marroccos
Claire on 2004-04-02 13:59:09
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An interesting read. Maybe a section from your hidden diary?

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jay12 on 2004-04-02 17:32:35
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This is a nice read. Bad luck that she was a nun. Half way through reading it I thought you were "Game On." (Although a married man should never wander!)

James.

PS Im not married. Bring on the nuns!

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chrisk on 2004-04-03 01:44:54
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Claire Hi
shhh......! No, Its pure fiction. Honest! lol.
Regards
Chris

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chrisk on 2004-04-03 01:49:04
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Hi James
Thank u for ur kind comments. But buddy, its just a story, pure fiction!
Regards
Chris

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shangri-la on 2004-04-04 04:01:19
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I really enjoyed this, made me laugh in places..reminded me of how surprised I was when I realised the guy who played Manuel is English. This is a delightful tale, quite reflective and a good illustration of how even the most briefest of encounters can deeply touch our lives.

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chrisk on 2004-04-04 12:12:53
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Shangri-la, Hullo
Thank u and am glad u enjoyed the story. It did touch my life. No, no, I am telling a lie, remember, its fiction!
Regards
Chris

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ritawrites on 2004-04-05 01:57:52
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it must be from life -- we do have such intense encounters don't we from out of the blue -- a sudden short meeting of minds on plane rides or train journeys -- when i was in the hospital recently for my dad i had one such encounter -- brief, without any fruit -- but intense nevertheless -- makes life interesting don't you think -- so you really shouldn't be sad if you ask me -- great read!

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chrisk on 2004-04-05 03:08:48
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Ritawrites Hi,
Yes. It doesn' have to bear any fruits, the memories will last for a long time u know Rita.
Why don't u write about that encounter u had?
It will make u sad but sadness goes hand in hand with happiness and love.
Regards
Chris

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ritawrites on 2004-04-05 03:57:49
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yes, i'll write about it or put it in somewhere -- right now i'm caught in a bit of a writer's block which i must work out of my system -- but actually it really won't make me feel sad -- when one encounters love or affection out of the blue one is reminded again about this wonderful mystery that life is and how good it is to be alive -- 🙂

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ritawrites on 2004-04-05 03:59:06
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yes, i'll write about it or put it in somewhere -- right now i'm caught in a bit of a writer's block which i must work out of my system -- but actually it really won't make me feel sad -- when one encounters love or affection out of the blue one is reminded again about this wonderful mystery that life is and how good it is to be alive -- btw, why don't you just call me rita -- shorter y'know -- 🙂

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ritawrites on 2004-04-05 04:01:35
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oops sorry about that -- glitch in the internet connections --

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Pilgermann on 2004-04-06 09:47:44
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Great read - though the ending jars - you have the take away to look forward to!

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chrisk on 2004-04-06 10:35:20
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Hi Pilgermann,
U mean u like the ending? Jar? sorry didnt understand that. Ya t/away and wife's company, but then this is fiction,lol.
Regards
Chris

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