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He found it amusing for the rains to fall from the skies in the middle of May. Cold, damp winds sweeping the wet little leaves off the roads and pavements in a whirlwind, almost immediately were followed by the sudden brashness of the heavy drops of rain. He had a presentation due the next day. On finally giving up on finding a cab to reach his place, he ran for cover under a tarpaulin strapped to two bamboo sticks and the edges of an empty bhelpuri cart. He tried feeling for the ciggerate in his pockets and out came the cancer stick soaked in water, drooping at its end & hanging its white flag of defeat to the wrath of mother earth. He reached for the lighter, and angrily rolled his thumb over its wheel to strike a light. It just wouldn’t light !! Nothing seemed to have been going right lately. Had it not been for the mind numbing banter of the intern post meeting, he could have just caught a cab in the nick of time. And if only had he met the VP instead of the intern, he might as well would have still been in the meeting, running him through the ideas he had worked on all night. The tarpaulin started sacking with the water being accumulated on the top and he could feel it touching him on his head. He punched it in fury as the water flowed effortlessly from the edges only to bounce back on his leather shoes. Beaten and defeated, he just sighed out loud, leaned against the cart and let his head sink in his palms.

It was only the laptop in her bag which made her look for cover. She had almost started enjoying getting drenched in the rains when it dawned on her that the water could seep in to her bag. Seeing a guy punch some water out from over a tarpaulin to keep it from touching his head, she ran straight towards him to seek cover. Stepping in gently as if entering his private space, she tried not to attract his attention. He heard her step in the makeshift shed and took his head out of his palms to restore his own perceived dignity in appearing manly. He could only see her from the backside. White little transparent pearls of water rolled down her nape into the sweet confines of sin factory. She had her hair tied up in a pony tail and he could faintly see her right cheek just enough to know that she was smiling. She wore a bright yellow kurti, the kind which had a deep cut in the back, and yet, what rather drew his attention was her nape and the faint sign of a smile on her cheeks, however vague it looked from where he stood. He took a few steps sideways, removed his backpack and leaned again on the cart hoping to catch a glimpse of her face. Just when had he thought he had made up his mind on being an atheist as opposed to an agnostic, he saw her face. She couldn’t resist feeling the rains in the cup of her palms. Simple, fair and ordinary arms just as anyone else’s, it was the red thread on one of them which dripped water from its knot that made it extraordinary for him. She noticed him looking at her from the corner of her eye. She turned her face towards him and smiled.

“You dont enjoy getting drenched in the rains, do you?” she said.

“Not alone, No.” He said with a humble smile and penetrating eyes.

“Thats cheesy”

“Cheesy not work for you?”

It rained for 3 hours that day. They married a year later.

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  1. Abhijit
    May 22, 2012 at 12:04

    Its just perfect line at the perfect time….. any gal wud smile at that one :-)…….
    A really nice post on the onset of rains 🙂

  2. May 22, 2012 at 14:21

    fucking awsm man !

  3. Vaibhav
    May 22, 2012 at 16:33

    you should write more often

  4. kuldeep thakre
    May 22, 2012 at 17:26

    Great work Kausy..Keep it up.It seems the writer was asleep for a while..
    Check out the link below…give your thoughts wings to fly…

  5. urbi
    May 22, 2012 at 18:31

    A Pleasant and picturesque one dr..!! Never know u write so well…hoping to get to read frequently..:)

  6. Aditya
    May 22, 2012 at 23:50

    Awesome post by Kausy!!!Liked your style###

  7. Bakul
    May 23, 2012 at 09:56

    awesome…i can portrait it while reading…:)

  8. Sukhada
    March 1, 2013 at 14:41

    Cooool… :)…

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