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Man its raining out on
earth. It may sound like I
am kidding but I like it
when it rains. Playing with
the little drops of joy with
someone u like or Wish
Company for long and someone
who doesn't hesitate seeing
u wet in the breezing cold
with falling drops and the
only warmth being the warm
air out of your and her
mouth and u feel like
kissing and only kissing and
not more than that.
A few days back I knew it
why I liked it when it
rained. It was around 5:45pm
on Tuesday. I was on a
shopping schedule with one
of my friends on
mahendrapool whom I had
already bidden a goodbye.
Suddenly she came to my
sight. I was protecting
myself from rain under one
of the shop’s corridor but
she must have noticed me.
She came straight to me, wet
a little bit, her silky hair
wet on air, the smallest
drops of water all over her
face, her makeup all washed
with water except for her
rose red lips, which must
be natural of some kind of
lipstick. I always admit she
had a pretty face but I
couldn’t stop myself from
saying this to her,“u look
great.” And she felt a bit
shy. Her t shirt was almost
all wet and she was
shivering, so to shut the
mouth of the society, I
grabbed my jacket out of my
48” chest and let her wear
it. Without any hesitation
she wore it.“Whoofff! Thank
god!!” I said. “Why?”
she said and for this I kept
myself mum. Again my eyes
got fixed on hers and she
realized this, she did her
hair which was open. I said
“leave it as it is now” but
she didn’t listen or
prentended of not listening,
I still don’t know.
Clock was ticking; the day
was coming to an end. It was
a need to leave for home
but we were looking for the
right moment. She said she
loves to be a part of rain
and feels it to be her inner
friend. I didn’t know what
to reply but suddenly
I realized, it was 6:25 and
we had to leave. What was
for me? It’s her towards
whom the society points its
forefinger. So we left out
for home. It was gently
raining and it was neither
too dark nor any distinct
source of light. It was dusk
and the pole lamps were
already glowing. It was her
idea to run the way, but no,
she changed her mind. We
moved out, her home was on
the way to mine. She
gradually got close as we
left. She was behaving
normally but I obviously was
a bit confused. People
were in the shops, water
flowing through the road
sides and suddenly a TRUCK
HIT HER with water. She was
in her own world, busy of
thinking what to say me
next. But she forgot that
and said “ma sale” and
suddenly realized with whom
she was. I was feeling
perfectly normal but I could
see her white cheeks turn
pink. She crossed her head
and said “sorry”.”Why?” I
asked and
she replied-“nothing” she
started breathing normally.
This is time to do some
actions rather than talks as
it was dark and she
wouldn’t oppose-other guys
who thought to be in my
shoes would have hoped for
but that doesn’t apply here
in this case. It was dark
outside everything was
silent except for the
vehicles, I realized we were
near ghumti chock on the
side of some temples. She
looked her watch and
said-“oh! It’s late.” “ya
lets hurry” I said and
grabbed her hand. I suddenly
got what was wrong and left
her hand. She uttered no
word at all and I was
pretending to look the other
way but she caught my hand
so carefully and with a bit
of fear, I think, thinking
that I wouldn’t let her do
this. Then another similar
soft hand trapped my hands
in between. I guess it was
the matter of hearts. I let
her hold my hands. She then
left her right hand and we
walked forward. Her right
and mine left hands were
free. Suddenly her mobile
rang. it was in her bag so
she came on shelter of a
nearby retail shop and got
it. It was her mom.
“baatomai chhu mummy………sathi
pani chha tyesaile taxi ma
nayeko………hyaa………chhata
lageko thiyena ke………bho bho
pardaina aayesake…..bye” She
kept her mobile on bag and
we left again. This time,
she was on my left and me on
the right . my hands touched
her right hand when we were
moving and I just caught her
little finger. Her hand was
very cold and I guessed it
was my duty to warm her. But
were my hands also warm
enough? Anyway I grabbed her
hand and rubbed it
against mine. She was
thinking, must probably be
thinking I was just
pretending to care her but I
was a poor actor but a hero
in the reality. I was not
pretending. We were about 50
meters away from her sweet
home and so our legs slowed
their pace. We hadn’t talked
with each other for the last
couple of minutes but we
must have been thinking of
the same thing. Bad idea for
now, just wait a good
minute. Why always me why
not ladies first?????
It was already four years
since we saw each other and
3 years since we
became friends. She was all
special. Everyone in my
family members knows her to
some extent and her parents
know me as a talented boy.
When I miss her I simply
grab a book and go to her
and pretend to be teaching
her. Behind closed doors she
gives me chocolates and a
whole lot of time to tease
her. I know she admires me
teaching her but
comparatively I give her a
bit less time to tease me.
Her dad is always overconcious
about her results and her
mom always offers me some
drinks but I have always
rejected till this date.
Last time, when I was in her
house at about 7:30 am, she
was asleep on her bed and
there was nobody home. The
door of her room was
not locked so I got in
there. For a minute I
hesitated to wake her up as
she looked so beautiful with
her eyes closed, hair undone
and no makeup with. But it
would not be a wise idea to
get in some others house and
keep looking and looking.
“ooii” I said and she opened
her eyes with a little bit
of anger but her anger
changed into excitation as
she saw me. Immediately, she
got out of the bed with a
towel. “padai kasto chaldai
chha? 11 ma Kati percent
aayo?” She was always an OK
type of student and she used
to call me to her home on
exams. She pretended not to
have listened the question.
In the meantime her mom came
on door and said, “Breakfast
ready chha sathi pani liyera
mathi aaija” “ekchin pachi
aauchu mummy”-she replied.
She looked up to me and
asked-“sprite lyau?” “bho
aunty ghati aali kharab chha”
and her mom left.
Oh! seems like another
story has started. Ya we
wereabout 50 metres away
from her house, rain was
drizzling and we were all
wet. Our departing point was
near and so we started
talking. I said “yestari
pani ma rujhyo bhane birami
bhayenchha.” She kept mum
and I knew the answer was
the same question. It was
dark by now and the street
lights were also off (LOADSHEDING).
I could score if I had
wanted but no, we moved and
kept moving. Another minute
of silence. Her home
approached. I thought it was
my duty to kiss her but I
did not do my duty. “Bye”
was what I said with a
bit of heaviness. “Wait” she
said as I was 3 steps away
from her. “Take this
umbrella with u.” She took
out an umbrella from her
bag. Look now, when she had
the umbrella then why did
she say it now? Maybe she
just wanted to spend few
minutes with me in the rain.
I grabbed it a bit angrily
and I faced the other way.
She caught my hands and I
could feel to cold and soft
things over my lips. I
opened my eyes and I saw her
very close to me and her
eyes were closed. She was so
close to me. I felt my ijjat
lutidai chhaand she shily
ran updoors. I was with her
umbrella but I kept it on
the door and left for home.
My heart was still beating
fast. I thought to return
for the jacket but it would
let us meet again. Wow! What
a story.
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