Vishwas perspective .................
We sat in comfortable silence, enjoying the soothing rain.
The old man broke the silence, asking if I’d ever played with paper boats in the rain. He smirked, “Probably not, right?”
He reminisced about his carefree childhood, playing in the rain.
As time passed, people became more focused on comfort and progress, forgetting life’s simple joys. “They’ve lost the golden days of happiness, pure smiles, and contentment,” he said, his voice heavy with sadness.
Turning to me, he asked, “So, when are you leaving?” I paused, then replied, “In three more days.” He pursed his lips, patted my back, and said, “Then leave your life behind.” With a knowing smile, he left.
Sahasra looked at me blankly. “So, you’re leaving?” she asked, her lips pursed. I nodded.
She paused, then said, “Then, get up!” I was startled. “What?” I asked.
“We’re running out of time,” she replied.
“I promised to make every moment count. You’re leaving soon, and I don’t want you to blame me for not keeping my word.” She raised her eyebrows and pulled my arm.
“But it’s raining,” I protested.
“So what?” she replied, dragging me to the entrance.
“Where are we going?” I asked, confused.
“Just follow me, and don’t complain,” she ordered.
She asked what color I liked. “Anything’s fine,” I replied.
“Just answer the question,” she insisted. “I like blue,” I said.
She called someone over and told me to wait. Staff members brought us blue and black raincoats.
“Do you like black?” I asked. “No, I prefer blue, but there’s only one blue coat,” she replied.
“Then you can have the blue one,” I said with a smile.
“Live a little, man!” she teased, rolling her eyes. We put on the coats.
She led me to the entrance, but I hesitated, dreading the rain.
She pulled me out, hand-in-hand, with a bright smile. I felt carefree, running with her in the rain. The raindrops fell around me, but I didn’t feel wet—it was exhilarating.
I mentioned I’d brought my bike, but Sahasra suggested her scooter instead.
Where I didn’t know the route, and we argued like children. “Ugh, stop arguing,” she sighed.
“Choose a finger—one, two, or three.” It was childish, but I chuckled and chose her index finger. “Neither of us is driving,” she said with a smile.
An auto-rickshaw approached. She pointed at it.
“What?” I questioned, surprised. She hopped in and pulled me in after her. I frowned, but she grabbed my hand.
She directed the driver, and we set off. I was unfamiliar with the area and usually relied on Google Maps.
Sahasra took out her earbuds and offered me one. “What do you want to listen to? Choose something from my playlist.” I picked a random song, and her playlist was surprisingly good.
The slow songs fit the rainy mood perfectly. She gave me a cute smile.
The auto-rickshaw stopped near a stand where people were waiting for a ride, seeking shelter from the rain. Most were girls.
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