The Rainy Day in Kolkata

It was a rainy day in Kolkata. Ria was walking home from work, holding her umbrella and dodging the puddles on the street. She loved the rain, but she hated getting wet. She wished she had someone to share the umbrella with, someone to hold her hand and keep her warm.

She was about to cross the road when she saw him. He was standing under a tree, soaked to the bone, looking lost and lonely. He had a backpack on his shoulders and a guitar case in his hand. He had dark hair and brown eyes, and a smile that made her heart skip a beat.

She felt a sudden urge to talk to him, to offer him her umbrella, to invite him to her home. She didn’t know who he was or where he came from, but she felt a connection with him. She crossed the road and approached him.

 

“Hi,” she said, smiling. “Do you need some help?”

He looked up and met her gaze. He smiled back and said, “Hi. I’m Raj. I’m new here. I just arrived from Mumbai.”

“I’m Ria. I live nearby. Do you have a place to stay?”

He shook his head and said, “No, not yet. I came here to pursue my dream of becoming a musician. But I don’t know anyone here.”

She felt a pang of sympathy for him. She said, “Well, you can stay with me for tonight. It’s not much, but it’s better than sleeping on the street.”

He hesitated and said, “Are you sure? I don’t want to impose on you.”

She nodded and said, “I’m sure. Come on, let’s go.”

She took his hand and led him under her umbrella. He followed her, feeling grateful and curious about her. They walked together in silence, feeling the raindrops on their skin and the warmth of their touch.

They reached her apartment and she opened the door. She said, “Welcome to my humble abode.”

He entered and looked around. It was a small but cozy place, with colorful curtains and cushions, books and paintings, candles and flowers. He felt a sense of comfort and peace.

She said, “Make yourself at home. I’ll get you some towels and clothes.”

She went to her bedroom and returned with some dry clothes for him. She said, “Here you go. You can change in the bathroom.”

He thanked her and took the clothes. He went to the bathroom and changed into them. They were a bit big for him, but he didn’t mind. He felt warm and dry.

He came out of the bathroom and saw her sitting on the couch, holding a cup of tea. She smiled and said, “I made some tea for us. Do you want some?”

He nodded and joined her on the couch. She handed him a cup of tea and said, “So, tell me more about yourself. What kind of music do you play?”

He took a sip of tea and said, “I play acoustic guitar and sing. I write my own songs too.”

She said, “That’s amazing. Can I hear some of your songs?”

He smiled and said, “Sure, if you want.”

He got up and fetched his guitar from his backpack. He sat down next to her and tuned his guitar. He said, “This is a song I wrote for someone special.”

He started playing his guitar and singing in a soft voice:

You are the sunshine of my life
You are the reason I survive
You are the melody in my heart
You are the beauty in my art

You are the one who makes me smile
You are the one who makes me feel alive
You are the one who fills my soul
You are the one who makes me whole

I don’t know how I found you
But I’m glad that I did
You are my angel from above
You are my true love

She listened to his song with awe and admiration. She felt his words touch her deeply. She looked into his eyes and saw his sincerity and passion.

She leaned closer to him and whispered in his ear:

“You are my true love too.”

He stopped playing his guitar and wrapped his arms around her. He kissed her softly on her lips.

They looked out of the window and saw the rain stop.

They saw a rainbow appear in the sky.

They smiled at each other and said:

“This is our lucky day.”

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