"Won't you come out here?....Its drizzling"...I said dancing in the first showers of the monsoon.
He smiled...the crooked smile which drove me to the craziest points.......
It was in front of the much crowded, yet empty due to the rain, Forum mall.
I went on dancing in the drizzles, feeling his eyes on me.....which ran shivers in my veins....But didn't have much guts to touch him then....since it would have set me on fire.....
Much later when I reached home and was talking to him over phone, which was almost like routine, I asked him "Don't you like rains?". He said "I do." "Then why didn't you come on when I called you that time?". He said, and I could feel his crooked smile "The ball was in your court". I sighed, probably reading much more in between the lines than was required.
Switch....3 years later....
I stand still.........Its raining.......My legs don't move enough for a step...leave alone dancing.....I see the empty road spread in front of my apartment......I want to hear the soft footstep, want to see the crooked smile....But he is nowhere......
The rains does no good to me.......It only opens the wound....open to the salty rain...open enough so that the pain lingers long after the rain dries up from the earth leaving only trails beneath my searching eyes......
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