~Sawan barse tarse dil kyun naa nikle ghar se dil~
~Sawan barse tarse dil kyun naa nikle ghar se dil
Barkha mein bhi dil pyaasa hai, yeh pyaar nahi toh kya hai
Dekho kaise bekarar hain bhare bazaar mein
Yaar ek yaar ke intezaar mein~
The song was playing on the radio.
"Where were you Miss. Tara?" said Meethi, hearing Tara's footsteps without lifting her head from the book.
"Don't ask me," said Tara, angrily keeping her bag on the table.
"Why are you coming in, when the song is saying ghar se nikale dil?" Meethi continued without looking at Tara.
Then she lifted her head. "What is this Tara?" exclaimed Meethi seeing water on the floor. "You are fully drenched in the first rain!" She ran to grab a towel for Tara. "Tara why are you angry? You love getting wet in the rain. Then why are you angry today?"
Tara didn't reply or say a single word as she was still fuming with anger. After Meethi dried her hair, she went to change her clothes.
"Tara come fast, your favorite show is going to start," said Meethi increasing the volume of the radio.
"What! That show has not started yet today?" said Tara, rubbing her hair.
"Yes, he was late so the previous show RJ continued. Ok, leave this conversation and come and sit with me and say why you are angry. Tell me and forget the reason of your anger." She dragged Tara on the sofa and made her sit next to her.
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