BUFFALO IN THE RAIN

On afternoons, I used to follow my uncle whenever he went around wandering. Cautious and silent, I used to walk behind him trying never to intrude his space and disrupt his state of mind. He had a tendency to wander around and unexpectedly stop dead in his tracks. From there on, he would just stare at the people and everything happening around him. As though he was invisible literally, as though the whole world was putting up a show for him and he was the one calling the shots, examining every take effortlessly. The calm in the chaos, he is.

I believe if a buffalo is neglected in the rain, it would either try to find its walk back, wait for its owner or just gladly accept it's fate. Buffalo by the rain wishes to explore such characters and their values in this modern world. These tall buildings we built, spares no space for our penniless thoughts or for us to wander and get lost. Everyone tries to sell us something and so are we, bombarded with useless information. Time and money are just numbers we count ourselves down to. I fidget, I lie, I hide, I shy though never the buffalo in the rain.