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On that bright day every corner was enshroud with amber gleam sheath under the the cloudless sapphire sky, scorching heat that reminds you of 'Rime of the Ancient Mariner'. Everything was dull and dry. On such a searing day nobody could imagine even a blow of wind for split second but Shanaya, a strong instinct believer already predicted , there would be rains shortly.
No one cared! She quickly went into her kitchen to prepare a mug of coffee and some cookies for herself. Her younger brother started teasing her for her dippy act.
Hot coffee on a hot day!
Didi, have you got crazy?
She wasn't paying attention towards him. She was calm,lost in the other world. Busy in blending cocoa and sugar. Again her brother in a teasing tone, Watching stars in day time?He pinched her tender pinkish skin. Who is he??
She came back to reality and smiled to herself and all of sudden got strict and serious when noticed her brother glaring at her in confusion.
Don't engage yourself among this and that, Prithvi, I tell you. Your exams are near go and study otherwise I'll tell papa, you sneak out secretly to play cricket in early morning.
Sorry didi, you are the greatest. Please forgive this poor child. She stared at him aggressively.
Am leaving di .... am leavin...
Within no time the sky was covered with dark heavy clouds. The yellow sphere welcomed them by giving them space to settle there. Cold harsh winds were blowing hard along with thunderstorm. Shanaya's prediction was again right!
She believed '' things you truly love, you get attached to them deeply, sincerely, completely and then, distance or connection doesn't matter''.
She entered into a dark room with a mug of coffee and cookies. Settled herself before the wide open window and played the radio set in a low volume. For her, it was a perfect delight. Also she was a passionate classical dancer. She opened her drawer to find gold anklets . Her mobile phone vibrated and her favorite name was flashed on the screen, Rohan!
Her heartbeats were ranged high in excitement. It read as,
'' My love Shanaya, I love our love dance in the loving rains. Am coming at our favorite spot within 3 minutes. Lets see who's more passionate''.
Shanaya quickly ran, she wanted to be there before him. Both of them reached together from opposite directions. Shanaya hugged Rohan tightly. Their heartbeats were fast and clearly audible to each other. Warmth of touch was pleasing among those chill raindrops.He held her more closer and murmured softly in her ear
''Love is in the air, feel it...let it touch you. You know, it touches you after touching me and ultimately my touch over you''
Am living the best moments of my life, Rohan.
Rain was over. Everything looked fresh and washed. The sun again appeared but this time with light warmth to set down with ignition of Shanaya and Rohan's love.
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