Vidhi loved rains. A diehard romantic, for her rains were synonymous with crisp fragrant air, lush green outdoors and warming up in the arms of her someone special. This lovely weather made her a poetess, even if an amateur one. It inspired her to pen down her feelings of love, longing and loneliness in ways she hadn’t imagined. She was, as people said, a natural and honest with her words.
Holding her olive green umbrella steady against harsh winds, she was standing clumsily on a busy road. Every now and then a vehicle passed by and made her move irritably to avoid getting muddy puddle water all over her brand new dress. Her waiting eyes frequently darted at the watch and scanned every person who crossed her. Mercifully, she spotted Garv soon.
Ignoring her tousled hair and his tardiness she walked up to him, quite unsure of her own reaction. Her heart beat furiously in her chest, almost hushing the honking around her. Had it really been nine years? He had changed! He was few pounds heavier and taller than she remembered. His smile was still killer, her sweating palms reminded her. As he came closer she hoped her eyes and voice wouldn’t embarrass her.
The last thing she remembered about him was his lingering missed-you hug in the middle of the road. Once with him, her mind and heart assumed a life of their own. As Vidhi and Garv sat across each other in a crowded restaurant, they chattered away non-stop simply to fill the uneasiness between them. She thought she accurately replied to his questions, mostly because he seemed satisfied with her answers. They didn’t, for once, take their eyes off each other.
She observed things about him she never did before; the way he tilted his head, his long fingers or the scar on the bridge of his nose. His minor imperfections made him look even more attractive, she thought. He too, on his part, was absorbing details about her to remember later. They smiled and blushed incorrigibly, hardly touching their food. Isn’t the beauty in some experiences only to be lived and cherished over time?
These precious stolen moments were a rare luxury they had earned from life, they believed. Soon enough they would be back to their individual lives playing the family roles they were supposed to. However much they wished to be doing this their whole life, the ship had sailed. Sometimes someone’s absence means lot more than their presence, doesn’t it? Not all relations can have a name and logical conclusion.
Both of them walked under the umbrella together, well aware of the months that’ll pass before any chance of seeing each other again. He agonisingly rushed through the goodbyes, caressing her cheek with his moist palm one last time. The rains witnessed them mutely, substituting for their aching hearts and unshed tears.
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