If only he, didn't miss her

At pen- Oindri Kundu

Her

As the raindrops fell from the roof of the adjoining house, he sat by the side of the window wondering how beautiful the scene looked. How serene it was and how calm it was. It didn’t matter that the raindrops made noise as it fell down on the asbestos on the roof, or how the dog was howling because it didn’t have a decent place to gain shelter. It mattered because the cold wind blew in his face eradicating the hot and humid feel the City of Joy generally accompanied with it.

His mom entered with a hot cup of tea. She handed it to him and there he sat, by the window, with the radio on nearby. Listening to old Bengali songs, sipping a hot cup of tea and the rain falling, made it an almost perfect evening.

If only he didn’t miss ‘her’.

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