It was raining out and she loves to listen to rain. Observing the magic of raindrop falling into the windowpane and splitting into pieces she forgets the fact that there was nothing left for dinner to cook.
Mother’s angry call makes her awake from her dream. Raining was too heavy that anyone will have a small regret to make dirty. It made her lazy. With the basket in one hand and umbrella in the other she slowly stepped down to the crowded street. Her dress was swinging with the stormy wind and she walked carefully in the busy street that she should not disturb anyone. Street children were running in between carelessly. Rain didn’t give importance to all these drama; it falls heavily as if it can’t fall tomorrow.
Time went away, the street began to empty .Market was almost deserted and shop keepers were packing things blaming the unexpected rain. She filled her basket and return to home.
Now a heavy storm hit a weak branch of tree near the street and it fall with a heavy sound blocking her way to home, now she had to walk a way around faster to reach home. The time was running and the surroundings began to dark. She began to curse the rain.
Heavy wind in the opposite direction makes her travel difficult. Basket in one hand, umbrella in the other ant the swinging heavy dress everything not in rhythm makes her sad. Suddenly a heavy wind blow to her and she lost hold with the umbrella and it fly as if it has to escape from the heavy rain.
In the heavy rain she ran behind the umbrella without noticing anything and at the moment she got the umbrella back she hits someone so hardly that she along with her umbrella and basket fall over him.
Street was empty; surroundings were dark, only four eyes looking each other.
The handsome gentleman rise and helped her to rise along with the umbrella and basket. He smiled at her and occasion makes her shy for her fault.
With a sudden word of apologize she walked away from that gentleman.
Walking through the empty street all her taught were about him.
Entering house she smiled at herself thinking about all that happened.
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