He sat near the window. The rain splashing herself against
the half closed window. He had left it that way. Half open. A few drops made
their journey inside, landing on his smooth, clean-shaved face. Those eyes closed.
Involuntarily. He sat that way. A pause. Absorbing in ,the coldness, the purity
of the drops. He remembered. A flash back. The childhood hide-and-seek-game. His
college love. Those football games. The drive in the rain. The pranks never caught.
The spicy masala chat. The laughter. The tears. The fun. Mischief. That incident.
He was alone then. Somewhere. Afraid. Frightened. Cold. Numb. Masked. Undiscovered.
Suddenly a hand slid itself from the behind. They moved
forward, the fingers clinging each other into a hug. Her hair fell forward and
touched his face before her skin. A kiss on his cheek. He smiled. “Everything
does happen for good”, he remembered from the other scrap of memories. She put
his arms around her shoulder and helped him from his wheeled-chair onto his
bed. Painless. Now. He had found his antidote. He was not alone anymore………..
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