When Love happens..!!

She sat, drowned with thoughts and emotions, peeping through the moist windows of her room into the wet street, as the rain suppressed into a mere trickle. Every drop of that evening’s drizzle seemed as though it was trying to convey her something. She, in the past had loved everything associated with rain, the fragrance of the newly wet sand, the scenery of green wet trees and the sight of little kids dancing and jumping on the puddles formed after the downpour. But the present dint quite project a pleasant picture. Deep down inside her, she felt that the ‘rain’ exhibited it’s other side to her and she set about importing darker meanings, with ‘pain’ as it’s only ingredient.

As she exposed her eyes to the outer world through the modest little window, she noticed an old man, ripping his muscles, dragging a heavy carriage which was completely loaded with goods. Her sight then shifted to a little girl playing, splashing water over other kids. The contrast was evidently glaring at her now. She realized what rain meant for both of them. For that little girl, it was yet another time to enjoy, feeling the splash of the fresh water. But for that old man, it was just another day. He had to be blind to this rain, he had to be numb to those falling drops of water, and he had to work to feed his kids. He had to be oblivious of his surroundings. Work was all he could see.

The hitting contrast took her mind back in time leaving her gloomier. Her mind wandered into her past and to its implications in the present. She thought about the responsibilities she had to cope with, about the burdens, about the losses she had gone through and about every possible matter that was responsible for her present state of mind. She was so lost in her thoughts that a thunderbolt had to bring her back to this world.

The drizzle had now thinned out and the street outside was getting back to its busy self. She sat still, fixing herself in her customary position, looking out of the window capturing all the wandering emotions. Just then, she noticed a guy of about her age, with his trouser folded up, completely drenched in rain, hopping his way towards the ice-cream parlour. She stood on her toes, moved her head left and right, up and down, but couldn’t quite capture the guy’s face.

A minute later, she saw him emerge out with an ice-cream. He found a seat by the compound wall to relish the feel of ‘ice-cream’ blending with the lovely weather overhead. She couldn’t let her eyes off his acts of innocence and the cuteness. He was all smiles basking the feel of this lovely evening, savouring every bit of everything. He, his ice-cream, his smile, his carefree attitude, everything took her to inspiration. She questioned to herself if it was really that tough to forget everything and taste such small tiny bits of happiness along the way. She felt her heart lighten. She felt inspired. With every glare at the guy, she felt the need of such a person in her life. She felt the need of a break, a break from her burdening obligations and duties. She wanted to taste freedom, a freedom without the tag - *Conditions Apply.*

At that very inspirational moment, she wanted to break all those shackles and felt the need of someone special to free her mind from all these. She dint want to miss the fun anymore, so stood, threw her jacket away and hurried her way out into the open. She skipped into the ice cream parlor, bought an ice cream for herself, and walked towards the guy. She excused herself to have a seat next to him, smiled and sat imagining herself resting over the guy’s shoulder.

“Hello! I’m Annie.” She smiled which made her heart lose a ton of weight.

“Hello! I’m Sylvestor.” He returned a cheerful smile.

To Be Continued....