Another rainy day, I was sitting by the window, reading my book, when I heard the knock.
I never expected it would be her, at least not right now.
"Can I come in?" She asked, and I just nodded.
I got her a towel and asked her if she needed a coffee.
"Beautiful rainy day, I wouldn't mind a cup of coffee" she smiles.
I get her coffee.
As I hear her sip, talking to me, I keep looking at her, thinking about all those questions I have been waiting to ask, two years now. Did you miss me?
At least initially?
Did the other men tell you that you looked good in blue like I did?
Did you actually share your ice cream with them, like your Instagram shows?
Did you miss the special Maggi I used to make?
Did you miss me calling you by your nickname?
Do you remember how I used to be while ordering food, all excited?
C'mon, you missed that at least.
You remember those gifts you got me, that umbrella, on my birthday?
I hated the rains always. You loved them.
People said opposites attract.
I think they were unaware, they ultimately collide.
That umbrella, with a smiley, remember?
You had carved your name on its handle.
I realize, I still have it.
"How did you find out I lived here?" is all I managed to ask after that rush of thoughts.
"Well, I had come here for work, saw you by the window."
Little does she know, I've spotted her thrice, struggling to locate an address.
"Thanks for coming. The rain has stopped. It may start anytime soon, you know. Well, in case it rains again, you can keep this." I give her the only umbrella I own. It was important I think.
She stands there, says thank you and leaves, surprised.
I watch her walk away, without an urge to stop her, unlike the last times.
I guess the rain that day, washed a lot of dirt.
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