Rainy day
This evening on my way to office it was raining. Roads were deserted, bikers huddled up under fly-overs waiting for the rain to subside, the air around was moist and cool. It was just the perfect setting for a cuppa chai, a bean bag, sitting right next to the window sill and enjoy the suhana mausam. But here I am in the cab heading for office.
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He is standing at the bus stop, God why does it rain when I am on my way to work? Its cold, my clothes would be soiled even before I reach office, bus would be jam-packed and thanks to the water-logging on roads, it would be a horrendously long ride to work. He says “I hate it when it rains.”
Soon the bus arrives, he boards the bus, all seats are taken and he finds a spot in the middle of bus and leans onto one of the pillars.
Suddenly he spots this beautiful girl sitting right next to the window, his heart races and mind says, wait a minute, she is beautiful. Who is she, I board the same bus everyday and have never seen her. May be she is new in town. Just then WOWWWWWW she actually looked at me, thats awesome!!!
She looks the other way, but his eyes are still glued to her, and then she looks back at him. They look at each other a couple of times. Then, the bus stops, its his stop, with a heavy heart he alights the bus. Once out of the bus he looks back at her, she looks back at him and smiles.
He walks away towards his office, occasionally jumping in a puddle, singing a song to himself and with a smile on his face. As the rain drops roll down his face he says “I love it when it rains.”
