One Day..

"Its Raining"

She whispered softly.

"I Know."

It was a very precise answer that he gave. His voice was plain and emotionless.

"Whenever something happens with me, It Rains. I was born on a day when it was raining heavily. Ever since this has become supernatural way of convincing me that whatever is happening is special."

He again went quite.

She was trying to figure it out what was so special about this rain. Its been hardly a few days that she knew him. All she knew was that he has been in love before and has been bitten already. Now he is remembering the love of his life and is talking to a complete stranger just to let the emotions flow out of his despairing mind.

"Does the rain remind you of her?"

"Yes. When i met her first, it was raining and i could not resist her beauty. i was smitten then and there only. When she called me for the first time, it was raining and her voice felt like fresh drops of rains on my hand.When i first told her that i love her, it was raining and her response drenched me in the water of her love. And.."

"When you lost her.. it was raining too?"

"Yes. But i still love the rains. Because they bought me to her and every rain shower reminds me of her beauty and the days that we have spent together."

"Do you miss her?"

"Yes i do. Even more with the rains."

"I Love Rains too. Although Nothing specific but i do."

She tried to change the topic. Because she didn't want him to go back to the memories of his long lost love.

"OK."

She waited for a few seconds for him to say something. But he chose to remain silent. She became silent too. It was lightening outside and thundering as well.

"Is it thundering?"

He could hear that on phone.

"Yes."

Now his indifference was spreading in the night.. taking it over. He was not concerned much with what she has to say about this rain. And she was by now totally taken over by the indifference.

She had to talk what these rains remind her of. She has to tell him as well. She had reasons too to talk to a stranger.. She wanted to say things when she told him its raining. But he was not present there mentally.

"You like rains ?"

He broke the silence after a couple of minutes.

"Yes"

"But you dont have any specific reason. Do You ?"

"I Like rains because they bring back life to everything. They represent life to me."

"You can say this because you have not lost anyone you loved more then anything"

"You can say this because you are so totally engrossed in your own thoughts that you don't want to look what is happening around you.. You are talking to me from last few days and you still didnt care to ask if i have some pain in my life too. No one in this world has been happy throughout. But you have to find happiness in mundane things. You cant hold your past so tightly that it starts suffocating your present."

He didnt protest. He knew she was right.

"But i loved her. And it is not my fault that she left me."

"Its ok. Things don't always go as planned."

"But why me?"

"Because something else is waiting for you. You dont get what you want.. You get what you need. May be you just need to take it out of your mind. COMPLETELY. Life unfolds itself with surprises. May be you lost her. But then may be there are some other things waiting for you. You have to find happiness within yourself. Now noone can bring her back but you have to bring life back to yourself."

He went quite again.

"I am sorry"

"For What?"

"Just Like That. I didnt bother to ask anything about you. I was being very selfish."

"Are you generally ill mannered?"

He Smiled.

She Smiled too.

The indifference was dissolving.