Her phone went off. Priyasha put down the books on the bed and grabbed her phone. Mom. "Hey, mom." "Chini, dear, how are you?" She smiled at that. Her parents still called her Chini.
"I'm fine mom. How are you and dad?" "We're fine, when are you coming home baby?" She winced at that.
She didn't answer. She couldn't. It was difficult to forget her past. And going back there would only mean, sufferings.
Her mom sighed, "I wish things could get better, Chini." Priyasha bit her lower lip and replied, "I'll talk to you later mom" and then hung up. She'd only hope her mother's wish'd come true.
Things could never be same again. She knew that. Everyone knew that.
Later that day,
Priyasha noticed outside through the window while dashing towards the kitchen. It was raining. She loved rain. She hadn't seen Abhiraj since morning. It was Sunday. He might not be in home.
this untimely rain brought the sensation of a short happiness inside her. She stepped outside and felt the rain dancing through her skin.
She didn't care anymore about her surrounding, she didn't care of what others would think of her, she just whirled around and felt the rain all over her. She whispered all her secrets to the rain
Her failure, her success, her pain, her happiness. These pearl like tiny drops were her best friends ever since. She felt tears rolling down her face mingling with them.
She stretched her two hands and closed her eyes. The rain was asking for a dance. Oh yes! She whirled around her and started singing in a loud pitch,
"Here comes the rain again Falling on my head like a memory Falling on my head like a new emotion I want to walk in the open wind I want to talk like lovers do I want to dive into your ocean"
Is it raining with you? So baby talk to me Like lovers do Walk with me Like lovers do Talk to me Like lovers do. "
But unfortunately she had to stop.
She whirled around just to discover Abhiraj was watching her intensely, leaning on the door frame, arms crossed over his chest. One heavy brow slanted in strong disapproval.
She was mortified, once again. Slowly, she made into the house, cautious of her wet clothes, which were glued to her torso by now.
"There should be a limit to the stupidity." His unnerving voice made her flinch. She cast a glance on him. His brows were knitted in a frown.
He didn't say anything after that before he was gone.