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Rain rejoice

This post has been published by me as a part of Blog-a-Ton 55; the fifty-fifth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. In association with ​Rashmi Kumar, the author of Hooked, Lined and Single and Jyoti Arora, the author of Lemon Girl. . 

"There is something special about rains. When trees dance, flowers smile rejoicing and the stirring fragrant brew up; I feel a new self. As if nature has framed up a mirror for me to look at and reciprocate in the same way." Said Snigdha and ran towards the garden to meet the season's first shower.

Anand was mesmerized to see rains from a new perspective. In the chaos of life, earning hard and gathering luxuries he hardly ever noticed the joy of little things, the joy of letting go everything for a moment. Resting his left shoulder on the door he stood there motionless in admiration of Snigdha's carefree smile, those brown innocent eyes and tempting rose bud like moist lips. She had never looked this beautiful before.

"Anand, you are missing out life. Come and live it." She said with new enthusiasm.
Snigdha's words sounded like an ardent call. He ran smiling with his arms open. He closed his eyes and raised his head to feel the raindrops. He felt nourished. It was like, the drops of rain were washing away all his pain, long years of tiredness, guilt and grudges. Those grudges of not expressing his love for Snigdha, for the person she was and the place she had in his life.

" I feel, I have fallen for you, Snigdha", fumbled Anand.

Snigdha was awestruck to finally hear those words from Anand she had heard over thousands of times in her imagination. She couldn't believe her longing was finally coming true.
"Your silence is killing me. Say something, please. " A drop of tear escaped from the corner of her eye. She embraced him tightly as if to never let him go. "Buddhu, why did you take it so long to say this?"

"Because, today I realized "my life"... you and a beautiful journey waiting for us with more of love and rains." Said Anand kissing on her forehead.


The fellow Blog-a-Tonics who took part in this Blog-a-Ton and links to their respective posts can be checked here. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton. Participation Count: 16. Image Credits: Monsoon by Yann (Wikimedia Commons). Shared with GNU Free Documentation License CC Attribution-Share Alike.


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  1. Hi Simran,

    How beautiful and pure! :)
    I almost imagined the scene, m sure a lot of us wish to have experienced something as pure as love..and hearing those words from someone you love can be magical.

    All the best for BAT55.

    Regards,
    Megha

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    1. Hi Megha,

      Love indeed is the best feeling in the world and the warmth it brings is immeasurable. I am glad you could imagine my words. Thank you so much :) All the best to you as well.

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  2. Awwwwwww....

    Rains do have the power to bring out the unsaid :)

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    1. Indeed, Soumya :)
      Rains are delightful. Thanks.

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  3. Simple and sweet. A heart warming post.
    Please do visit mine too and tell me what you think.
    http://klishmaklaver.blogspot.in/2015/06/the-man-in-wall-mural.html
    All the best for BAT 55..
    Cheers
    Vibz

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    1. Thank you so much, Vibhuti :)
      Will stop by yours soon.

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  4. Awww...I could clearly visualize the drenching couples soaking with joy..Rain makes a heart GO Romantic😊
    Lovely...
    ATB for BAT

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    1. Thank you, Panchali Maám. Good to see you after a long time :)

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  5. you know as i read this its raining outside our home :) so beautiful :) love it simz <3 within 10 mins !! how can you write sooo well <3 proud of you <3

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    1. Rain rejoice, you actually had :D Thank you sooo much Sachiiii ♥ I am super happy you loved it.

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  6. perhaps this is Aashiqui 3, a nice romantic take on the prompt

    My Blogaton55 entry The Monsoon Pain

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  7. Glad that they realized they were meant to be :) Beautiful love story.

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  8. Hello simran. I finally managed to write this for you and for your plot. And believe me your plot worth this.
    I'm really overwhelmed after zipping it through. The love story is to cute. The story is too simple and just describing the love for both the rain and his beloved. And how the rain has just encouraged him to propose his beloved.
    I enjoyed reading.
    Thank you.

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    1. I am happy that you enjoyed reading my story. Thank you, Subham :)

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  9. very sweet and i really love this concept of rain and romance :) very beautiful simran

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    1. Rain is associated with tender feelings and deep emotions :)
      Thanks a lot friend :)

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  10. The power of romantic rains! Such a sweet post.
    All the best for BAT!

    Megha Haware - The garlic soup

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    1. Yeah, romantic rains :D
      Thank dear Megha :)

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  11. Chotti the more I read the more I fall in love with your writing. I wish you win this time. My vote is for you!

    Vidhya

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    1. That's a lovely compliment. Thanks dear, Vidhya di. It means a lot me :)

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  12. Ah! I can feel love. So beautifully written, Simran. :) All the best for BAT 55.

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    1. I am glad you could feel love in the story, Namu :)
      Thank you.

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  13. Rain does let emotions flow and the truth does come out...
    Wonderful post Simran...

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