We started walking towards Home.
I don’t which home she was heading, because all I knew was that I had already reached home.
“Why does everything that we love, ends up so fast?“, she asked..
“Maybe we don’t want to explore the ugly side of it“, I said.
She meant about the ice cream, I don’t know why I said that and I still don’t know whether she understood or not..
“Do you remember we stood there all drenched and you gave your blazer to me as I was shivering?, unusual rain at that time of the month..“, she pointed towards the old man’s shop which still was still open…
Surprisingly, it started to rain, well at this time of the month, it wasn’t unusual..
She looked for the umbrella in her bag and I somehow gathered enough courage to hold her hand and run across the street to the old man’s shop..
The old man recognized us. Why wouldn’t he, we used spend a lot of time in his shop before and after school. Meher was very keen towards weaving.
“Chacha, pehchana?“, she smiled at him and handed over a pack of biscuits..
She had always been like this, kind, and full of love.
“Aj baarish mein phirse tum dono bheeg rahe ho, abhi bhi bachpana nahi gaya..“, he smiled at us while fixing the sewing machine..
We waited at the shop for a long time, and she talked a lot about her life after school.. I wasn’t even saying a word because it had been so long I heard her voice, so long we met..
“It has stopped raining. We should leave now.”
I really wished that it rained little longer.
I dropped her home and watched her close the door.
I left for home leaving one behind.
“Let me know when you reach and the umbrella is in your bag. I know it isn’t manly enough according to you to carry one but surely sensible enough to avoid cold. Don’t lose it, I’ll take it back. Loads of love. It was so good to see you. Take Care Babe”
She is still the same. I guess we’ll be the same too, with time.. ❤️