Hai, this
is Emma. I love reading books. Most of the days after my college, you will find
me tucked in the library, losing the track of my time in pages. Life, that I
have learned, is a lot like the book which is unpredictable that is with the
twists that you will never see coming.
I
hate rain, but now it reminds me of the warmth of your embrace. I remember it
was thursday started like any other day. The sky was cloudy, and the cool brezze
was as if it wanted to hug the world. I sat in my favourite corner of the library,
surrounded by faint smell of old papers and soft shuffle of pages. I planned to
finish my novel and return back home before the rain started. But stories have
their own way of pulling you in, making you to forget the time.
By
the time I looked up, the sky was dark. A low rumble of thunder
rolled through the air. I packed my books and hurried to the door, to meet with
curtain of rain. The street was blurred by the downpour, the lamps glowing like
tiny suns in the mid of the mist. I hugged the books to my chest, unsure how to
dash in the storm.
That’s
when I heard it.
“Need an umbrella?”
I turned,
and there he was Ishan. We had seen each other few times in the library,
exchanged polite smiles, but never more. He was standing just few steps away,
with few water droplets on his hair, holding an umbrella out towards me. His
smile was warm,kind that somehow made the cold air feel less biting.
“I’d love one,” I said, stepping closer.
We steped
together, I heard the rain rhythming softly on the umbrella. The world around
us blurred, leaving only sounds of water and the faint scent of his cologne.
Our hands brushed once, twice and until finally, he reached over and held mine.
It was such a simple gesture, but it felt like a moment where I stepped in to a
new chapter.
We did
not talk much about books, the rain, and how the city looked beautiful when
wet. But I could feel something building between us. It was like twist in story
and the climax that you are secretly hoping for.
When I
reached my gate, I just turned to thank him. He stepped closer, and his eyes
searching mine as if asking for permission without words. My heart was skipping
a beat, and then he kissed me.
It was
gentle but full of something unspoken, just like the first line of a book you
will love. The rain kept falling, but in that moment, the world stood still.
It wasn’t
the end.
It was just the first page of something beautiful.
