❝ वो बारिश का पहला दिन याद है? ❞
Geeli mitti ki khushboo, that urge to go out and play just to feel the drops wetting your skin.
The first monsoon showers bring along with them thirst quenching rain for the earth, and a bundle of memories for us. Th...
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~ Kahani Aajkal ~
"Badbudar Chhachundar!"
The door had been closed right in his face. Vedant Bisht stood there, his shirt soaked in water, his mouth agape in shock. His mind was still processing what had just happened. The words "Chhachundar!" echoed in his ears, bringing back a flood of memories from years past.
Vedant's eyes blinked rapidly as he stood on the doorstep, trying to comprehend the scene that had just unfolded. His shirt, clinging to his chest, was drenched, and water dripped from his short, tousled hair onto the doormat below. The sensation of the cold water contrasted sharply with the warm summer afternoon, jolting him back to reality.
"Did she really just call me a chhachundar?" Vedant muttered to himself, still in disbelief. The phrase, a playful yet stinging childhood nickname, had not graced his ears in many years. She was the only one who used to call him by this name.
Vedant turned to see two kids hiding behind him, their eyes wide with mischief and amusement. He glared at them, trying to suppress his annoyance.
"What are you two laughing at?" he asked, his tone a mix of exasperation and amusement.
The older of the two, a little girl with pigtails, stifled her giggles and pointed at his soaked shirt. "You got wet, uncle!"
Vedant sighed, shaking his head. "Pehli baat toh main Uncle nahi hoon. Call me bhaiya, okay. And secondly, what were you doing with the doorbell?"
The younger boy, clutching a wiper stick, looked up at Vedant with big, innocent eyes. "We were playing a game. Ring the bell and run."
Vedant's frustration melted a bit at the boy's earnestness. He had been in the middle of packing for his job posting when his father had asked him to make a delivery. It was supposed to be a quick errand-just deliver a box of sweets to the given address and get back to his packing. But things had taken a turn when he saw these two kids struggling to reach the doorbell. Wanting to help, he had approached them, only to end up in this embarrassing situation.
"Indeed karma works in reverse on me," he muttered to himself. Shaking his head, he looked down at the children and said, "Next time, maybe try a game that doesn't involve drenching strangers, okay?"
The kids nodded vigorously, looking properly chastised but still amused by the situation.
Vedant glanced down at the box of sweets, now sitting safely on the dry ground beside him. With a sigh, he picked it up, carefully dusting off the slight dirt that clung to the edges, and stormed out of the apartment building. Maybe shop owners should have the advantage of cancelling orders when customers caused such chaos, he mused bitterly. It was a fleeting thought, but it made him feel a little better as he walked.
