She sat listening to the sound of raindrops… the rhythm of the falling drops, on the glass was not music but provided a distraction that she desperately craved. The past has revealed a side of her that she did not know how to deal with. The questions shouting in her brain were to an extent drowned by the sound of the raindrops…
It was quite by chance that she had started talking with him… somehow she who was so shy, had indulged in some very silly things. Things that could well be termed as plain stupid or an act of craziness… had felt so right. Perhaps, she saw in him a glimpse of so many aspects of her own repressed side.
So they had continued, slowly becoming friends and eventually very good friends. One day, he asked her to wait, till 1:00 AM. She waited… but he never came back. Today, after so many years she still waited, every night at 1:00AM, for a return…
