Rain
It was wintertime, work pressure was high at the office, and I was on my way home when I spotted a small tea stall nearby. I went there and sat down. A cold breeze was blowing softly, as if it wanted to whisper something to me… calling me.
Just then, I turned and saw a beautiful girl standing very close to me — with blue eyes, black hair, and dressed in a traditional suit. Sometimes she would glance at me, and sometimes I’d look at her. This silent exchange continued for nearly five minutes. Finally, I broke the silence and asked, "Would you like some tea?"
She smiled and gently replied, "Oh no, not your hand — the cup of tea!"
We sat down and sipped our tea. Some time passed in silence. I was deep in thought, wondering why she wasn’t speaking much. Should I start the conversation? As I debated with myself, she asked, "What’s your name?"
Smiling, I replied, "Kabir."
And just like that, I was filled with joy — the conversation had begun.
We talked. She asked about me, my life, my family. I shared everything. Then I asked about her. She spoke about her parents and someone named Kittu.
I was suddenly thrown into confusion — who was this Kittu? I felt disheartened, thinking maybe the story was already over for me. But I gathered courage and asked, "Who is Kittu?"
She laughed and said, "My cat."
Hearing that was like getting AIR 1 in UPSC (A highly competitive exam in india)— pure bliss!
Our bond grew stronger. We kept stealing glances at each other. Eventually, I asked her where she lived, what her address was. Her answer shocked me:
"I don’t have an address. And if someday you do find it — forget me."
Saying that, she ran away.
I chased her for a long time, but she vanished. I returned home, heartbroken and lost. Three days passed, but her memories didn’t. I was going mad thinking about her.
Then an idea struck. I sketched her face and started searching. Eventually, I found her Facebook profile. It mentioned her college — which, to my surprise, was also my college.
I went there and asked around. Her friend told me her name was Nidhi and that she had been in love — deeply — with one of her seniors.
Hearing that hurt. I wondered if I was wrong to look for her, to hope. But then her love gave me strength again. I decided to find her, to go to her house.
When I got there, no one was home — except for a diary.
And in that diary… such deep expressions of love, it overwhelmed me.
On the next page, I saw my name — Kabir.
And in that moment, all my sorrow vanished.
She loved me.
In that diary, dated three days earlier, she had written:
"Today, I will confess my love to him."
Reading that filled me with joy beyond words.
Just then, my phone rang. It was from a hospital.
“Sir, three days ago, you brought in a girl who was injured. Please come see her.”
It hit me — I had been in a small accident three days ago. In my grief, I had forgotten all about the girl I had hit. I rushed to the hospital.
When I arrived, they told me… she was dead.
I shattered. But I gathered myself and went to see her.
I hadn’t looked at her back then — I was too shaken. But now… I finally saw her.
Blue eyes.
A rose in her hand.
And a letter full of love — love so deep, I can’t describe it.
I can’t write anymore.
This is the end.
The end of her story.
The end of my story.…
