You can't send the smell.
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Tarika took a deep satisfying breath after finishing the cold coffee. She felt the wram from her body evaporating. She loved the City but she's never a fan of hot summer. But it's her work. She had to come here in Jaypur for a forensic conference. She was enjoying learning but she's missing Mumbai.
Her phone bipped. She checked her phone.
'It's raining here.' The message from abhijeet said.
'I envy you.' She replied.
'I do not fancy rain. You know this.'
'But I do. And its so damn hot in here.'
She waited for his reply. Few seconds passed. He must had got busy. She was about to keep the phone in her bag when she received his reply. He had sent pics. Smiling, she opened the pics. The pics were from Bureau building of the vast wide road of Mumbai in rain. She started to miss Mumbai even more. She took a deep breath as if she's inhaling the smell of rain from Mumbai when she received his text.
'Sorry, can't send the smell.'
Tarika laughed softly. He's so cute. But she kept the comment to herself.
'I wish you could.'
'I miss you.'
She could feel the void in him.
'I miss you too.'
He didn't reply further. She waited for a few minutes then bagged her phone. She couldn't wait to get back to Mumbain, to get back to him.
.AN: Its raining in here. The moment I got the idea i penned it down. Hope you have enjoyed it.