Another meeting

In the present, today is also the same rainy day. I am sitting on a couch on the balcony enjoying the hot milk tea with warm Samosas, one of my favourite snacks, especially in the rain. Today the same aroma of wetted soil in the rain entered my nostrils and fascinated my soul.My fantasy is broken by the sound of the footsteps of my darling Shweta. She came towards me and gave me a peck on my right cheek as soon as I sat on my lap . Sweata encircled her small delicate arms around me and stared at  me with her twinkling small cute eyes and asked me to continue the story which I had told her the previous night.  I was astonished as well as happy deep down to witness the curiosity in her spirit at just 4years of age.

I continued the story with a lovely smile….

The next day I woke up late in the morning, however, I felt much better than the previous night . Being a topper of the class I didn't want to miss my class at college . Amit is my best friend since 2 months after the first year of my college .He was very smart and an extrovert opposite of mine with a lighthearted personality,although I always enjoyed his company.I hid about that mysterious girl story from Amit too. I was determined after the end of college to revisit the place where I had reached unknowingly yesterday.

Although the professor was giving the lectures in the classes, my mind was somewhere else . Heavy rain had stopped today but the soil was nevertheless moistened with rainwater, turning Maddy.

Finally, I got the opportunity to visit that place. I recognized that house and waited outside for the arrival of the same rainy day girl. Yes, I have given her this name as I don't know her real identity. I was on my bicycle and looked busy with my phone but keeping my gaze towards the same white balcony, I did this to avoid the apprehension of the surrounding people. One hour had passed but there was no sign of the Rainy day girl.  An aunty squinting at my side as if she had found a criminal in the street. Then I started to paddle my cycle once again. That day I realized our neighbour's aunty isn't less than a  CCTV camera .

It was 7 in the evening, as I didn't have any important Tuition class, so I decided to return home. I was in my room sitting in the bean bag near a corner of my small room. I wouldn't know if I should be happy or sad because, before being noticed by Detective Aunty, I asked a small girl who was playing with a few other kids, and the girl said...

"Bhaiya ,the family had leave the house today in the very early morning, I will miss my Nishani di so much" 

I didn't know who Nishani was , but before I asked, the girl said Nishani di was the single daughter of Nishani di 's parents .

I feel happy at least I got to know the name of the Rainy day girl, Nishani.

I found her name as curious as her gestures which showed that she was looking at the vast gloomy sky the previous day .

Right then I suppose perhaps the reason for her aloof gesture was to leave her house the next morning.

The most important thing was why I was so curious about Nishani??

4 months had passed after that day. Even I forgot about the girl.

It was one of the memorable days of my life ..Just I wait I will tell you step by step..

When I woke up in the morning , The first thing I saw was my grandparents and grandmother both staring at me with one of the purest and gorgeous sunny smiles.

They wished me a happy birthday. I got up from my bed and gave a warm hug to both of them . There was another surprise I got, guess… It was the key to a bike. Seeing the bike, I couldn't believe my happiness. My eyes formed with fresh tears. I hugged my grandpa who I never liked before" Nanaji , is it for me??"

My grandpa nodded his head with a soft smile. " Me and your Nanimaa are planning from the very beginning to give this bike to you but we were too tense about the driving too.. But seeing you riding the bike of your friend we have decided to now have grown up and now it's time to flying in the sky"

I could observe the curl of his two thin lips beneath those white mustaches.Even my Grandmother was too emotional.

"Love you Nanaji...Love you Grandma"" I hugged and kissed on the cheeks of both of them. Finally, my cycle was replaced with a bike.  I took the key and rode the bike . I bid them bye . Finally the cycle which I got on my 17 th birthday was replaced with a bike which I received on my 20th birthday.

I was so happy and enthusiastic at the same time. To share my enjoyment with someone I decided to visit at Amit apartment. I made a phone call to him several times, but he didn't receive the call. His flat was situated on the 6th floor. Finding no way I got up from the bike and took steps into the large multiplex apartment. I took the stairs instead of the lift as a right that moment the sleeping 

Wosen Bolt within me woke up all of an instant. After climbing the 4th floor my Wosen Bolt divorce me . I get relieved that at least no one was watching me breathing frantically after climbing up to the 4th floor.

Suddenly my happiness converted into a sarcastic comedy scene. When I saw a girl sitting on the second step of the 4th floor with her head bowed down. Hearing the whispering of her I assume she was talking to someone over the

phone. Her shining long hair fell over her delicate shoulders, and I was

unable to see her face which was buried under her lustrous hair.

I was standing only four or five steps away from her, beads of perspiration falling on my forehead. Even that condition I noticed her, she Dressed in a light lemon green kurta

and salwar, she was lost in her conversation, unaware and unfazed that her white dupatta, beautifully spread on the last stair, was sweeping the dusty path to the stairs. Her hair, her posture, the

the way her hands moved, made me skip more than several heartbeats. she tugged her black shiny hair locks behind her right ear

I was getting late so I was about to say "excuse me'' ''..

but I froze when she looked up straight at my face.. She switched off the screen of her mobile, Our eyes met, and within a flash of a moment my brain gave the signals repeatedly, She was none other than ..""Nishani??""

It was when I slipped out her name from my stupid mouth abruptly, she looked at me with questionable eyes.

The way she was glaring at me made me remember the violin of the movie Main hoon na of Shahrukh khan."

Tum Bhi Ho, Main Bhi Hoon, Paas Aao To Kah Doon

Aakhir Kyun Pal Mein Yun Deewana Main Ho Gaya

( Tumhein Jo Maine Dekha, Tumhein Jo Maine Jaana )...(x2)

Jo Hosh Tha, Wo To Gaya

Badan Ki Khushboo, Jagaae Lagi Jaadu

To Hoke Beqabu, Dil Kho Gaya

Tumhein Jo Maine Socha, Tumhein Jo Maine Maana

Tumhein Jo Maine Dekha, Tumhein Jo Maine Jaana

Jo Hosh Tha, Wo To Gaya.