Dhruv always associated them rains with Rohini. It’d been raining, the first time they’d met. He laughed at the memory: she'd crashed into him, then unabashedly dragged him into the rain. Oh, he'd protested, she’d had none of it, and somewhere between all that tramping about the neighbourhood, and sinking hastily-made paper boats, they’d become firm friends.
That was years ago, when she’d visited her grandparents for the summer. She just stood there, today, tightly hugging herself, allowing the rain to drench her. She smiled weakly when she saw him, and went back to staring into the distance.
That was years ago, when she’d visited her grandparents for the summer. She just stood there, today, tightly hugging herself, allowing the rain to drench her. She smiled weakly when she saw him, and went back to staring into the distance.
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