“Do you ever put your arms out and spin and spin and spin? Well that’s what love is like. Everything around you tells you to stop before you fall, but you just keep going. “

From Shikha’s View……

I did not know when I fell asleep that night…..

“Believe me Raj, you’ll be fine.” I was holding his hand and was dragging him in rain.

“You know me Shikha, I don’t bath in rain. I fell ill.” He was resisting himself from coming in rain.

We were standing on a bus stop when it started raining. I loved rain as it gives me more time to spend with Raj before going to home from college. I always think that rain is a shower of life, life starts to blossom in rain. Rain is a blessing of god but for Raj it’s just a part of water cycle which makes him ill often.

“Do you believe me Raj?” I can notice his belief in his eyes. He was ready to give away everything to me. His fear was fading and love was blossoming in his eyes.

I was lost in his eyes, in his deep blackish eyes. I was feeling as if entering into a dark cave without fear; without knowing where it will end, but only believing that in the end everything will be good. It was the first time I experienced the feeling to be spell bounded. When I regained my senses I found myself under the shower of rain. This was the best feeling I had in many years. When fast moving drops of water strikes on your eye lids, you feel something, something very strange. I sensed the same feeling in Raj, he was happy with me. He was lost in the shower. He was trying to look at the cloud and thank them and apologize from them for being so rude with him. Now he was looking at me. But I was not there.

Raj’s eyes were searching for me but I was there, on the empty road. I was dancing. My head was enjoying every drop falling on his face, hands open and I was turning round and round and round.

‘She is beautiful’, his heart said to me. I smile to admire his thought. He smiled in return. We looked to each other without any talks because if we talk our hearts will feel disturbed in their conversation.

He was wearing white pants-shirt and was standing under a yellow street light. Well in that yellow light his muscular body was looking just like a mountain covered with snow, with a hint of sunlight. Oh, I can’t describe it, it makes me feel shy.

My mother always narrated me a story that on the first rain of season, princes come on earth. I never believed her but now I can say, she was right. My prince was right in front of me.

“Will you dance with me?” I forwarded my hand towards him.

He forwarded his one hand towards my hand and he put another hand on my shoulder. I smiled and corrected his hand position. I took his hand from my shoulder to my waist. He was feeling conscious to touch me there. I felt shy and lowered my eyes.

He came closer a bit. I can now smell his breath. At that moment I felt true happiness, the true joy, the true life. I sensed that ‘Yes I am alive.’ My eyes and his eyes were lost in each other’s depth and the rain was playing the background music for us.

Then started our legs moment and with that we started to dance. We don’t know when rain stopped and moon came out from the clouds to see us dancing on an empty road under the street light.

“I love you, Shikha.” His eyes said to me.

“I love you too, Raj.” My eyes replied. It is true enough that when two people are in true love, words stop to talk and eyes takes over the task.

Then he forwarded his lips and he kissed me. That was my first kiss so it has to be a long one. Our kiss got interrupted with his sneezing. He was caught by cold.

I started to laugh and then he joined me too. He put his hand on my wrist and grabbed me tightly and with laughing and smiling, we forwarded on the roads.


I was smiling that night when I woke up. My father was in front of me with tears in his eyes and a smile on his face. He was fully dressed for the occasion.

Smiles faded just like the smoke in the air and a drop trickled down my eye when I realized that I was sitting for my marriage there. Pandit was chanting his mantras and the man sitting next to me is quietly listening to him. Everyone was happy, except me.

I miss you Raj………………… Why did you go so far??????????






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