The kiss in the rain – A short story

Sunday 11.30 am

“Is kissing in the rain even that great? Maybe we should test it out … purely out of curiosity, I swear!”

‘Oh God! Did I just say that!’, facepalmed Raghav, as his face had already started turning a shade of pink with embarrassment.

Sunday 11 am

Raghav was seen entering the airport lounge. As luck would have it, heavy rainfall was forecasted that day. With difficulty, Raghav had gotten hold of a cab in the nick of time to reach the airport.

‘Lucky to have not gotten wet. God! I hate rains!’, he murmured.

Just as his eyes took in the arrival time from the Flight Information Display board, Raghav knew he was exactly on time and finally heaved a sigh of relief. For the punctilious in him, getting late was never an option.

He heard Ishita’s squeal, even before he turned to face her. Needless to say, the whole lounge had turned to see the cause of the commotion, much to Raghav’s annoyance.

There she was, the sparkler of his life, strutting around like a ramp walk model in her infamous pink boots, not giving a hoot about what others might think. ‘Some people never change!’, Raghav gave her, his infamous evil eye look which got ignored as usual.

The one girl with whom he shared the love-hate relationship, who always got the best and worst out of him, his buddy Ishita, had finally arrived after being away from him for a year. She had gone to the USA to complete her Masters in Fashion designing.

As soon as she collected her luggage, Ishita came running to him. With a child’s glee, she hugged him tightly and without giving him time to register her next movement, she started pulling him out of the airport. Raghav kept wondering what had gotten into her.

Ishita pulled the unassuming Raghav into the rain, as she started jumping in the small puddle formed just outside the parking lot.

‘So much for not getting wet’, Raghav couldn’t stop himself from muttering. He opened his mouth to reprimand her for her childish behaviour, but …

The splashing of pink rain boots and her unbridled joy broke something in Raghav, sparking hundred different memories and myriad of emotions in his heart.

The emotions that remained well hidden under his hard exterior, the feelings that he had managed to a cage, suddenly burst free without his permission. The reasons he had framed in his mind, that they were just friends and were poles apart, flew away with the wind and got washed away in the rain. Every reason suddenly seemed meaningless as his eyes stayed fixated on the dancing damsel, his Ishu.

Sunday 11.30 am

“Is kissing in the rain even that great? Maybe we should test it out … purely out of curiosity, I swear!”, Words came out of Raghav’s mouth even before he could contain them. Ishita stopped in her tracks and looked at Raghav with an unfathomable expression.

‘Oh God! Did I just say that!’, facepalmed Raghav, as his face had already started turning a shade of pink with embarrassment.

“Oh Raghav! I thought you would never ask!”, said Ishita before locking lips with the stunned Raghav.

_The beginning of RaghIshu’s love story_

Published by Ramya Vivek

Formerly a Software professional, I have been a homemaker for a while. My life revolves around my two daughters. Having started writing only recently, I just discovered what I have been missing all along in my otherwise almost-perfect life. I want to create postive content inspiring minds across all age groups.

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