♫♫ The Sense ♡f Romance ♫♫

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The boy looked irritated. He'd been wanting to spend time with his dream girl but could not manage to grab an opportunity. Even when he had the opportunity to do so, he was extremely shy to go and approach her. Talk to her. Know her! He was frustrated by his only "mentor" - GOD! The boy was looking outside the window, and could clearly see the tiny little drops of rain, playing with the window pane. The clouds were heavy, and anyone with some common sense could easily predict that it was about to rain heavily. Neither the droplets, the small rain drops, nor the boring class of History had the slightest of chances to end soon. Out of 40 students in the class, only 9 were present due to the overnight rains and it was still the third period. Even the teachers were absent,in the 3 periods he had attended so far, 2 teachers were absent. But, he had still come to the school, fighting with his mom, making her believe that how important was to go to school for him that day. But, the simple and the real reason why he'd come was for her. He knew,in fact he hoped she would come, and she had come to the school.

All he could do in the 3 periods, before the Principal called off the school for the day, was to look at her. Admire her & feel more attracted like a magnet towards her! He wanted to talk, but was unable to, for some unknown reason which he too couldn't find and justify. Despite the low class strength, he cursed God. He thought, "What could have been more romantic than a day like this! But, unluckily, I cannot be with her! God must have the worst sense of romance", he thought.

The streets were all water logged, not common during this time of the year. While the elders cursed the government for it, their younger counterparts enjoyed it like anything. The boy came out with his umbrella & bicycle. He was just about to ride it when he saw her coming. Today, just like his friends, all her friends were absent, too. So, she came playing with the water by herself. She didn't have an umbrella. He waited for her to come up.

"Hi!" she said in her all cheerful voice, "so you got no friends today?"
"No", he replied, "so it seems with you, too." And tried hiding his excitement.
"Yeah!" she smiled, "a little rain and they are all shut inside."
He smiled and hesitatingly said, "So ... you got no umbrella?"
"No, I've one. I used it while coming, 'cause I didn't want myself to be wet, then. But, now that I am returning home, I don't mind the rains!"
"That's alright," he smiled and folded his umbrella back into his bag.
"Hey, why are you closing your umbrella? You'll get wet" she was confused and worried at the same time.
"Well..." he said in a broken tone; shivering because of the cold winds blowing, "if you don't mind... then, may be I can give you a ride to your home?", and then added immediately almost as an excuse, "it's actually on the way to my home you know!"
He was embarrassed, but at the same time was excited, and was chilled out to by this conversation.
She looked at him for sometime and smiled, "Okay."  

The two rode through the water logged isolated streets as the drizzle kept on soaking them. For him, it was like a dream, a dream come true. Riding on a bicycle with the princess of your dreams with you, getting wet in rains, ah! He felt strong, and responsible in a way even he couldn't understand and yet he was scared. He didn't know what he was. He could smell the wet fragrance of her shoulder, and the scent of her hair almost mesmerized him. He had seen such things happening somewhere, a place he could not remember. The feeling of her cuddled into his arms there invoked a strange unknown feeling of ecstasy in him, as if he was living a moment called forever. A moment that was his very own. A moment that no one could ever take away from him. He wanted to drive the cycle in the best way he could making it as comfortable for her as possible.
He wanted her to be his, only his, for that very moment. He was scared, was nervous. But, he knew, so was she. Never had she done anything like this before. She could sense his warm breath on her shoulders and neck, and feel the flex of his muscles around her. She didn't know what went on inside her but she knew that she wanted every moment to linger a bit longer. Just a little longer! Never had she felt anyone so close to her. And something inside her told her that she was happy that it was him. No one except him, ah! What the two were feeling at that moment was something which they would take at least a life time to explain themselves, to figure out, what was dwelling in them. They tried to talk but something kept them silent. Perhaps ,they didn't want their voice to disturb the warm intimate dialogue that their hearts were having in their silence. Seconds passed like that. And, so did minutes. The only thing that sounded was the little droplets of water blessed from the heavens. Gradually, they came near the girls house. The boy felt sad as she got off his bicycle. 

 "Thanks", she smiled.
"You are welcome", he said the words, which required some unimagined effort.

He looked at her. She stood in front of him completely drenched. He could see the little droplets that ran down her cheeks. Her uniform clung onto her body, totally soaked. He swallowed a lump.

"What now?", she asked softly.
"No... nothing" he felt caught and cheated, "you are fully wet. Go in quickly or you might catch cold."
"Why don't you come in? Till the rain stops?", she asked him innocently, desperately wanting him to say a yes!
"No!" he said almost against his will, "I will be fine."
"Why?" she said, "I can catch cold, can't you? Are you so different from me? Are we so different?" The words came out from her mouth automatically.
"No-no" he was embarrassed, "I didn't mean that."
"Then come in", she insisted, "look at yourself you are totally wet, head to toe. Let me give you a towel, rub your head, and then you may go once the rain stops."
"Actually", he said hesitatingly, "it seems the rains will only get heavier. So, let me go before it starts to pour hard."
She looked up at the sky, the clouds had no doubt got darker. She gave up and said , "OK... but will you'll be okay ?"
"Oh yes", he smiled reassuring her, "My home is just ten minutes ride from here."
"OK" she said slowly, "just go carefully. See you, soon."
"Yup" he mounted his cycle, "see you, tomorrow."
He had barely gone a few yards when she called out, "Hey just a second, don't go. Listen"
He stopped immediately, as if wanting her to stop him. She came running to him.
"What?", he asked. 

The water drops were still rolling down her cheeks and neck. She looked around once. And then brought her face near his. As if sensing what she was doing, he leaned in,too. And she whispered earnestly in his ears, "Are we really that different?" and planted a soft kiss on his cheek and stepped back. For a moment she stood there giving him the most incredible smile, and then she ran back. He stood there, stunned for a few seconds, then he looked up at the heavens once as the rain drops doused his face. 'Not that bad sense of romance after all' he thought smiling and rode off... He looked above, and said as he was speaking to God, "Sometimes even the nightmares are comforting.Thanks a lot.