When It Rained…


I glanced across the library hall. He was staring at me again. Why doesn’t he stop? Idiot. Some teacher would notice & we would get thrown out. But I couldn’t help smiling back at him. Abhi had the cutest smile & he looked the best when he was glancing at me surreptitiously, as if knowing well how it sent my heart racing.  We always played this game. Sit at the far ends of the hall, he on the boys’ side & me on the girls’, glancing at each other. He called it romancing with the eyes. No better term for it.

The clock struck 6. Both of us got up at the same moment, returned the books, grabbed our bags & left the library. Once outside, there was no need to stay apart. Soon his warm hand enveloped mine & we walked down the road to our favourite roadside stall. There was a light drizzle & a cool soft breeze blew my hair across my face. He took his time to pull it back. There were very few people on the road & even if they had stared I didn’t care. I loved these lazy walks in the evenings. Evening was the best time of the day. No bugging friends or suspicious teachers to care about. No rules nor restrictions & I could be with him alone for this one hour till it was time to return to the hostel.

We had reached the stall. I bounced ahead & asked the chai-wallah to hand over 2 cups of steaming hot tea. “2 cups madam? You will have both now, or should I give you just one first?” he asked a bit puzzled. “What..?” I glanced back to where I had left Abhi. I had done it again. “No, just one cup of tea please.”

A guy & a girl had just reached the shop & noticing me they both hurriedly let go of each other’s hand. “Good evening ma’am”. “Good evening.” I left the shop with my cup of tea. Let them enjoy this weather, every moment counts.









Comments

Anonymous said…
Such a speechless thought. I loved it very much...
suraj said…
loved it.... i said it more than one but it is a truth how many ever times i say it.... you are A GREAT WRITER
Chintan said…
:-) such a well written post. I wonder if its true story...<3
http://womendecoded.blogspot.com
Janhvi said…
Left me with no words... Wow!
Purba said…
Memory is a way of holding onto the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose...

Loved it...
Gotham said…
Wow yaar......truly mesmerizing. The theme of rain did d thing
.......no doubt ur d best writer i kno.......
Sagar..... said…
Nice one buddy..........
actually awesome...
Rinaya said…
Hey thank you Anonymous,Sadiya, Suraj ,Gautam, Janhvi & Sagar.
@Purba: ma'am its a great honour indeed to have you here :)
@Chintan:most of my work is fiction unless specified.*touchwood my romance is safe now..we are creating memories.. :)
Candy said…
aaww that was so cute.
and very well written!
xyzandme said…
I yearn for these moment you talked about... Rather I yearn for the right person to have these moments with.

You kind of tickled an emotional state which I was trying to suppress for sometime now...

Also you are a teacher? :O
Abhra Pal said…
It was very nice to read your post. Good luck with your writing. I will try to get back to your blog some other time and read some more.
Sambit Satpathy said…
I loved the way you ended it. Nice writing!! :)
Rinaya said…
Thanks Candy :)
@XYZ: thats fiction dude..(I've to stop using 'I' in all my stories now :P )
@Abhra & Sambit:Welcome to Wandering Thoughts :)
Mr. A. said…
a beautiful post...evening..and rain...and memories...you have painted something beautiful with words....kudos for this wonderful work...keep writing..will visit for more.
Sairam said…
Beautiful story.
But I think it should have started the girl (madam) noticing the rain outside the window of library. The title, the end all talks about the rains and the memories it brings. So...

But I liked this very much.
Sudha said…
Loved the story. Very beautiful story and very well written too.
Rachti Aggarwal said…
Good read.

I think that story is of magic realism genre.
zee said…
hey! nice story!!!
Gaurav said…
brilliant :D Rinz Sabun Rocks :D
Rinaya said…
Thanks guys :)
@Gaurav: hopeless! :P
Soham Roy said…
Nice one..really liked it...
Samadrita said…
Ah a beautiful post with a tinge of melancholy. Love such short but powerful write-ups.
Gaurav said…
@ Rinz....wot hopeless? :/
Very nice. Actually I read it twice. You should try your hand seriously at writing fiction! You have a sense of drama.
Rinaya said…
Thank you Samadrita & Soham. and thanks for your encouragement Meera ,I'm glad you enjoyed reading it :)
Saptadeep said…
Capturing d simplest of all emotions....luved it!!!
CRD said…
touching story :) Wonder what happened to abhi along the way...

Blogrolling you. DO visit mine.
www.scriptedinsanity.blogspot.com

Cheers
CRD
Snow Leopard said…
A short post but has a deep effect. Quite well written. :)
cutesunny said…
awesome yaar.. i dint knew u r so gud at writing !!.....mmmmm...
Cloud Nine said…
Awesome! The whole post has an undercurrent of innocent passion. Loved the post, glad i stopped by here. Following you from now. Do visit my blog www.cloudninetalks.blogspot.com
Rinaya said…
Thanks Snow Leopard, Anish & Clud nine, will surely visit your blog :)
Took me 2 years back, in the same bliss of love. Nice post!

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