The sound of the rain seems louder now, filling the silence inside the car.

I smile a little, but he is still looking at me.

Not casually anymore.

My fingers tighten slightly around the strap of my bag.

Then his gaze drops for the briefest second before returning to my eyes.

And his hand reaches mine.

Everything suddenly becomes quiet.

I look at him.

At his wet hair.

His damp shirt.

His eyes.

I woke up the next morning with the previous evening still lingering somewhere in the back of my mind—the rain,…

“Ma’am, location डाल देना please.”

You give me your phone.

“Please call me Onesha,” I say automatically while opening Maps.

Then I press Home and hand your phone back. You put it near the wireless charger. I look at my own dead phone resting in my lap.

You tell me your name.

It has been months and these past months have been excruciatingly painful, with the heavy heart I finally am ready to confess..

I pick up my phone, I see a text from you. I smile at your message. I feel dizzy so I put the phone away and I go out of my workstation for a walk, thinking about you, your beautiful eyes.

आज सुबह से हल्की हल्की फुहारें पड़ रही थी।बारिश के मौसम में चाय और पकौड़ी का आनंद ही अलग होता है।

Love is blind. Is this phrase true Love is blind?

Love is illogical. How can Love just exist? What is this mystery?

I wake up having seen this magnificent dream as if you are still in my arms, your fragrance still in my hands, your face still in my eyes. Was it all real or just an illusion?

ये बहती हुई सर्द हवाओं की साज़िश है,
तेरी बाँहों में आने की गुज़ारिश है।