Nandini, a love story

Chapter-13

Unpredicted Rain

It was a Sunday and I had to meet one retired colleague of mine. I had to deliver to him some documents. So I did not slip for home that week rather hired Ripa’s age-old scooty and appealed my cordial oblation in every God and Goddess’s feet I started at 10 a.m.

 There I got a genial reception and long-term inauguration with the other family members with my full CV and prospectus. Anyway, it accelerated the clock towards 12.30. So I had to return to my room before my only holiday at the end of a tiring week got lapsed completely. I was in my supper hurry with my highest speed of 20 km/h.

Just near the petrol pump I met him, those florescent eyes. I could not miss them, nope, never. Sometimes I thought even from my grave I would walk over to him if he dared to roam around my grave. He was on a scooter crossing the road and entering an alley beside me. I was looking at his eyes and damn sure it was he. I lost my breath, my clutch on the handles. I became oblivious to everything. My speed slowed down to ten.  The engine was ready to get stopped witnessing my vehement state; the world around me lost its motion, a still picture – only he on a scooter, looking at my dumb eyes covered by sunglass, my foolish head crowned with a helmet. He passed me and entered the alley through my left. The rest of the way I transformed into a butterfly flipping on my fine wings with unpardonable ecstasy.

To be continued…

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Hey, I am Munmun, the phoenix fabulist who wants to tell you stories. I love to read stories and I love to weave stories. I feel life is an amalgamation of multiple stories, colourful threads, and threads of pain, pleasure, hope, and hopelessness. We just need to pick those hues and arrange them, knitting them with our own emotions and perception. So let’s celebrate the stories of life.