It was not a full moon day, it might be 2-3 days after new moon night, the moon has just started growing again. The sky still appears cloudy. Probably no stars were visible.
On that evening she was returning with long steps. She was tired & wanted to rest. That was an eventful day for her. She was rapporteur in the seminar. She had been applauded by the senior scientists for her speech.
Venue of the seminar was about 20-25 kms away from her university campus. That’s why she was late in returning.
Their university campus was almost deserted and noiseless that time.Very few people,who are not exactly students were roaming inside the campus.
She checked her watch. It was 8:10 PM. She tried to relax herself. She would reach in her room just within 10-15 minutes. She adjusted her South indian dupatta, which has almost get crinkled in her busy day.
As a part of her nature, she has prepared herself thoroughly in every aspect. Matching ear-rings, simple bracelet, steel band watch, black banana clip, deep kajal, shining yet light lipstick, veg sandals; everything in accordance with her black – red elegant South indian suit piece.
Cold wind touched her silky hairs. Her hairs started falling on her eyes. She was trying to refresh her tired body & mind with that cold breeze. But little did she knows that wind has brought along with it more difficulties for her.
She felt the first drop of rain on her cheeks. Gradually the rain increased & forced her to open umbrella. She got scared. The rainy nights are more unsafe. She started feeling thirsty. Her throats get dried & she was almost unable to take further steps.
Suddenly, trees, houses, roads everything appeared more clearly with a jerk of lightning. Thunderstorms were heard after few seconds obeying the theory, ‘light travels faster than sound’ .
Her dress has started becoming wet being inside the umbrella also as the rain drops were associated with the blow of wind. Her hands were trembling with the thunderstorm. The umbrella was about to fell down from her hand, it was saved by an external support. She saw a strong & stout hand holding the umbrella just above her hand. Before she could think anything, she heard a familiar voice taking her name. She turned back. “You are here…”, she couldn’t complete the sentence. They were standing being faced towards each other. She was shivering. He brought his fist down & held her fist on the umbrella tightly. “Calm down”, he said with a gentle smile.
He was standing outside umbrella & completely wet. She expressed him by her eyes to hold the umbrella as he was taller than her. So that they both can be saved from rain.
“Thank you for being here, I was much afraid, didn’t know what to do”, she said everything without a pause. He replied,”Don’t worry. It’s all fine. Nothing will happen to you.” His words ended with another lightning. With that spark of light she looked at his eyes being expressionless. His personality was flamboyant.
‘Was he my crush? or even more than that? or less than that?,’ , she thought for a while. She closed his eyes with another sound of thunderstorm and held his wrist watch on left hand impulsively. Obviously standing more close to her, he could feel her heart beats along with his own beats.
It took some moments for them to start working normally. Thunderstorms have almost come to an end but the rain has not stopped yet. She asked for his company until her destination. “I would definitely ” , he answered & kept walking.
They could not communicate more words although there were millions of emotions inside their heart to be articulated.
The night was getting darker still their steps were not rapid.
She breathed a sigh of relief at her place after overcoming a terrifying night. They changed small smiles, being unable to make eye contact.
He handed over the umbrella to her and was about to leave, she insisted him to take her umbrella as rain was continuing. He told, “it’s the time of monsoon, you may need it any time”. “No that’s fine. You just take it, you can return me tomorrow”, she tried to convince him. He took the umbrella and get lost in the darkness.
She opened her eyes and raised the curtain to look outside. The sun has not risen yet. She checked her phone, it was 4:43 AM. “My God, what a dream I was going through”, she took a minute to be normal.
The incidents in the dreams were too fearsome as well as beautiful. People used to say the dreams seen prior to sunrise; in the dawn time, usually comes true. She laughed at herself. How stupid things she was thinking.
She put her head on the pillow, connected headset and played a music on rain. Slowly she closed her eyes but couldn’t refrain herself from thinking it again and again that ‘is that dream ever going to happen?’ .