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 m...