Sitting inside a Barista on a rainy evening, Shikha looked out of the window which donned the tender raindrops and the light fog of the season, she observed the rush, traffic and the ecstacy of the atmosphere. The young girls and boys from the slums ran out and celebrated on the roads, welcoming the much-awaited monsoons. The Nine-to-Five workers were in their cars, honking away to glory on the jammed roads, the shopkeepers gathered all their goods, stacked it back in their pantries and began to shut their stores. Kolkata, looked so new and refreshed. The arrival of the rain was so sudden and Shikha didn't even have an umbrella with herself. So, she decided to walk the wet footpaths of Calcutta to reach her house located in Chowringhee. Running down the back stairs of Barista, She smelt the wet grass and felt the heavy rain drops falling all over her body and tumbling down her slippery skin. She already felt refreshed and new. As she walked down the street, She saw a familiar face coming towards her amongst the mist. She knew that the face was of someone she knew but, could not recognise who it was. 'Shikha..?' whispered a lonesome voice of a man she knew well. Hearing the voice, she smiled and hung her head as she blushed secretly. As they walked closer and the fog began clearing, both of them smiled and stopped right in front of eachother. It was still raining heavily and street side shop's didi maa shouted at them and said, 'Jhhod ashchhe..Baari chole jaao!'*. They just giggled and let the comment pass, It had been a while they stood there. Just looking at eachother and discovering a new form of themselves. They felt reborn just by standing there in the rain which poured down the feeling of love. That very moment. In which they lost eachother and found themselves again. The streets of Kolkata seemed to stop. Just for that moment of re-union, love and tears..
Ps: *Jhhod aschhe..Baari chole jaao!- A storm's arriving..Go back home!