The Last Rain

After a long silence she whispered something in his ear. That's when the raindrops began to dance. They fell down from the sky, committing suicide in the dirty puddles of water, which flowed on the sides of our seat.

It was their last meeting. Their teary eyes were staring at each-other intensely. Their tears seemed to mingle with the raindrops, strangely whispering something. Something which they couldn't decipher. But, they knew the secret of getting wet in the heavy rain, during their evenings at that park. Crazy love always do such crazy things. No one could understand those, except themselves.

Usually, they spent their evenings at that park, on a bench, under their Gulmohar tree. Holy love had forgotten and ignored lust. Everyday, they used to sit at each edges of a bench, which was covered with crimson flowers. They had exchanged their hearts through their favorite books and discovered the depths of their mind through streaming eyes. He had painted so many marvelous pictures and had played with so many colors. But still... The blue he found in her eyes always left him amazed. 

How did they fall in love? The question remains unanswered. They haven't told each-other. But how? If they don't confess this now, the words will fly inside their heart with no meaning. Their feelings are beyond words. But that's the only thing they have wished for.

Twilight started to bleed it's beauty, at the birth of night. The rain was over, but the Gulmohar is still drizzling. It felt as if the blooming buds were dropping their tears for them. Ravens were flying in a hurry. 

They stood up and looked at each-other. Both of them knew that their time was up. It felt like, they forgot to say something. But they didn't know what that was!!! 

She took his dripping wet hand in her fingers and said, " I'm not persuading you to remember or not remember me. But...", she paused, " don't ever worry about me".

" I should try not to walk through the streets of Paris in search of you, not to dream about the crimson blooms of Gulmohar and not to drench myself during heavy rains", he said with pleasant eyes.

" Now, we can start our journey, we can be flying birds. When I see you at a far away place, I'll tell stories for you. We can exchange books. I think we'll see in time. Maybe if...???"

And they hugged with their cold shivering bodies drawing comfort from each other. They kissed, making a holy uncertain wound in both hearts...!!!