An Abstract page "And then...once again"

“And then….”…..its an expression that I mostly use, may be you too, but for sure I do it more than you do because I am a kind of story teller. This expression is always about the moment just before it and the moment just after it. If the moment before it hadn’t happened there would not have been an “And then…” and the moment after it would not have been so, amazing, awesome, fearful, crazy, frightening or even once in a life time moment. It would have been just another moment that would have passed by unnoticed.

It was a simple lonely night, though there were people around but still a boy lingered lonely in the corridor of a redbrick building. Some people passed him and he passed some, but the only difference was the people who passed him never tuned around and came back, but the people he passed, he always turned around to have the last glimpse of them leaving. Many left but you didn’t. You strolled around, waiting, like you knew it was going to rain that very night, that very moment. A strong gust of cool wind passed by him “And then …” as he looked out he saw you staring towards the sky, lightening, crackling, turning black with every passing moment. You smiled “And then….” It rained, like it rains rarely. Winds washed away lots after lots, of the tiny, soft droplets, but neither did the rain stopped nor the winds and neither did you.

You walked in rain, some times hopped in rain, may be sometimes sang in the same rain (I couldn’t hear, may be because you were too far), but somehow I wish and somehow I know you did, sing along. Calling it just a moment would be a misnomer, so I would call it an small “eternity”, why? May be because, though he remembers it faintly but still he’ll remember it some times in his walk back to the past, for the years to come.

“And then….” A story was made right there, right then, and nobody knew. This is how stories are made as the moments that pass by the eyes of an unnoticed connoisseur. That boy was me and you were you.

I don’t like to stop writing here, but may be you would like to stop reading here (that I still can’t decipher), So I come back to the present. The moments pass with time they overburdened with so many days of dust that they start fading, even though we don’t wan them to. I just wanted to renew the moment. All this wouldn't make sense because are vague, they appear from nowhere and disappear into nowhere, like an “abstract page”