I asked him where he had to go and if I could show him the way. He was new to this town, but that same old lover for me and the same pretending-to-forget person.
This moment suddenly reminded me of how we met. It was when he forgot a particular destination, which I could point out as a pretence. I remember it was raining then. I remember his wet lemongrass aroma. Indeed, some déjà vus are bigger than other déjà vus. I could bet he knew the way now as well because he took the right street among the four, in the mid of which we stood and walked casually.
He sucked at acting. I smirked. He took the road on the west and I took the one on the east. Exactly the opposite. Sigh. But looking at the bright side, opposites do attract. And after all, the sun has to return to rise in the east after it sets in the west.
Just like one saves funds for a ‘rainy day’ (here, a time in future when money may be needed), we started planning for the rainy days yet to come in our lives.
Rainfall is sensual and magical- two souls interconnected by raindrops fall for each other. And that’s why it’s called ‘rainfall’!
-Mahak Mehta