Eternal Love (III)- The Rain

The thunders and the loud roars of the cloud woke him up. Sonal was fast sleep and the windows were trying desperately to hamper her sleep. He unfolds himself from her hold, got out of the blanket and extended it to her neck. Gazed at her face, she looks even more beautiful to him. It always kind of happens to Rohan every time Sonal looks him prettier than before. It’s just like the Bollywood actor “with age their charisma grows”. The windows and the doors where making too much of noise, so he got up from the bed with his eyes still glued to her face. Closed the windows and then walked towards the balcony.

Pune is completely different during rains, the only thing she liked about the city. Otherwise Sonal still misses Delhi; she loved every thing about Delhi and was very depressed when they decided to move here. It was still drizzling and the wind was strong, Rohan went out in the balcony just to feel what she liked so much about the rain. The first drop of water on his body took him 2 years back from then where he was forced to get wet in the rain by Sonal.

………………………………….turning the pages

Rohan was standing outside the Disco waiting for the rain to stop, thinking it was an awful night for him. First wasting hours on that gal and result no name, no phone number and above all this rain. Even the gal with whom he wasted so much of time was not his target, desperation creeps into him. Shivering because of the wind and the thought of going back fully drenched in rain- pneumonia, fever, cold, body aches , the very thought of these made him sick. Suddenly the process was blocked by a girl voice from back - Hi. He turned back to find the same gal.

Rohan: ehhh, not you again.
Sonal: Left early and still standing here.
Rohan: Waiting for the rain to stop.
Sonal: I wish, it never stops, I love rain.
Rohan: I hate rain.
Sonal: So were you able to figure out my name.
Rohan: Not interested.
Sonal: In what my name or me or my body which you have scanned many a time.
Rohan figured it out that another hour will go just like this and nothing will come out of it, so it’s better to accept the defeat and let her win. She would be happy and will let him go. Sonal!!
Rohan: What?
Sonal: My name…idiot.
Rohan: He tried to conceal his smile. Rohan
Sonal: So Rohan, you look cool when smiling and look cute when trying to hide one.
Rohan: He started laughing.
Sonal: That too much of… now you look roudy.
Rohan: Controlling his laughter, Shut Up.
By that time Rohan had figured out that this girl is master in handling boys, he knows when to prick them and when to soothe them, a complete bitch- plays with the guy’s emotions, drag him to edge, kick him and rest his history. There must be something in a gal to defy all his tricks.

Sonal: So now what?
Rohan: Means??
Sonal: You don’t want my number.
Rohan: Off course I want.
Sonal: Then walk me to the auto stand and she came out amidst the road.
Rohan: No way… I’m going that path, not at all falling for this.
By the time she had already started walking, her friends were little ahead than her. So she started running and swaying in the rain enjoying every bit and probably not letting any rain drops hits the ground without touching her body.
Completely soaked in rain, she was calling for him; it was then that Rohan realized that not only she has a good body and sexy looks; there’s also has a child within her. Bad Idea he thought but he ran towards her, leaving himself totally at the mercy of rain, every drop was like 100 watt electricity. She laughed looking at him, he feels like the biggest idiot in the world, standing in front of her with all humbleness and she making a mock of him. She grabbed his hand and brushed his hair, this was much stronger shot than the rain drops, It was not the first time that a person from opposite sex touched him, but it was different. He thought probably it may be the rain. The auto stand was not that far, it was 1 km from the disco. He was looking at her while she was babbling non-stop, half way through he already knew everything about her, the likes, dislikes and all the blah blah.. but what his ears wanted to hear was not coming out of her mouth- the number. He surely loves the way she talks, making different expressions with different topics, his eyes were glued to her lips and eyes, even the rain drops also loved it, not ready to leave the lips until the next drop forces, as if every drop wanted to kiss her.

Sonal: hellooo…
Rohan: yes yes.
Sonal: Stop staring and tell me something about yourself.
He hated this part, lucky for him they reached the auto stand, her friends were already waiting for her. He looked at her and she said Thanks with a lower voice, then went and sat in the auto.
Now he looked a complete idiot- he tried to ask her, where the fuck is your number? But something stopped, he stood there with his hand in the air and head down watching the water stream flowing under him, and asking him the same question which he himself was asking – Idiot what are you doing here? Move out of the way.

Idiot!! Now everyone was calling him that, he raised his head to figure out who, It was Sonal.
Sonal: Idiot – take my number otherwise how would you tell me about yourself.
Rohan: oh yes, I completely forgot.
Sonal: is it??

He realized that he wasn’t a complete IDIOT.
After exchanging the numbers she went back to the auto, Now both his head and hand were up and he was waving at her, then suddenly the auto stopped and she came running into him, kissed him on the lips and then started running towards the auto, shouting “This was for giving company in the rain”.
Now he realized that he was not at all an IDIOT and started feeling the rain, he took another auto for his room. Her images still lingered in his eyes and her voice echoed in his ears. “ Is this love “ … na na na.. He thought that once he dates her he will try celebrating it in a diff way not the usual bike…….
Bike!! He shouted at the top of his voice and the auto wala said no bike only auto.

Rohan: Shut up and take me to the stand from where you picked me, there is a disco near that stand take me there.
In this whole scene he completely forgets that he has a bike which may be now laying in the disco stand, waiting for his master. What an idiot , he gave the auto wala the fair and ran into the stand and was happy to see his bike still there . He touched it, removed the water from the seat and then started it.

Now , “Is this love” idiot “this is loss of memory go see a doctor’. Then he drove back home.

Few days past he was still in the dilemma “Call Don’t Call”, he was dawdling with this from last 2 days. Sometimes when he picks up to call, the thought of her not calling first stops him. He was not able to sleep after that rainy night not because of her but fever, cold and when temp was low her thought's too . One fine morning he picks up and dialed her up as he cannot see himself in this distress any further.

Rohan: Hello, how are you?
Sonal: Hi, I’m fine! Who are u?
Taken aback she doesn’t have my number stored, but she stored -in front of me that night, she deleted it as I was late in calling, or she never stored it.

Sonal: Hello…
Rohan: Hey It’s Rohan, Rohan Bakshi
Sonal: Which Rohan, I don’t know any one by that name. Sorry Wrong number.
Rohan: I met you in Dis……
She hung up, it took some time for Rohan to realize what happened and when he realized that, his Nokia 2200 was flying in the air to meet its inevitable – The Wall.

to be contd........