MY LAST RAIN
Heyyy..I am trying to Write a drabble...I have no experience erailer how to write it perfectly...just try kar raha hoon...batao kaysa laga... And this actually a poem which I transferred to a short story , I thought when I was child...
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The light is fade...The sky is full of clouds..The Rain gets slower by speed...but the sky says it's come again and again with its full potential... A girl with neighter happy nor sad mood looks outside , see that the tree leaves gets totally wiped by distributed rainfall.. There is smell a fragrance in air...Just after Monsoon Rainfall.. she close her eyes , takes deep breath and feels quite good...yapp.. Monsoon Is her favourite...
Ping...ping... Incoming SMS...
" I have to meet with you... please come to park... immediately... please don't say it's raining...it's urgent..."
She thinks what the matter even upto arise as she doesn't think it is serious...though it comes from his office colleague...she can't rejects his appeal...She gets ready...takes her umbrella and leaves toward the park...
" Hey... here... I am..."
" Why are you calling me ?"
"I have something to tell you ".
" Please say fast.. I think again heavy rain comes ...hurry... fast...I like rain...but don't want to dampen in rain ...oho..tell na first !"
" I love you..."
" Hain ? Hey.. are you ok...you mean you love me !"
" Yes.. I love you..."
" Abhijit..we are colleagues.. how can you grow feelings for me...tell me ."
" I don't know. I love you "
" You don't know. Fine..tell me what are you expect from me. "
" Life"
It's lightning... His words makes her uncomfortable...slight rain starts again...the frogs near pond still quacking indicating the rain is coming...
" Listen.. Abhijit.. I think you must think before you talk anything to anyone "
" Really. I love you !. I don't have anything to gift you but I can give my efforts. "
" Abhijit.Rain is coming... I am going.. You should go... otherwise you must drench "
She leaves without giving him answer...That day , the boy Abhijit diagnosed that he has a brain tumor. He ask his mom to plant a marigold in a pot. His mother amazes as he never like gardening. But upon his sick son's request...she seeds marigold in a pot and placed on his room in proper condition.
3 days passed..the Marigold Tree now healthy...
A new officer joins CID.
The girl starts talking with the new boy.
That day Abhijit asked the girl for a dinner.
" Sorry Abhijit...but mujhe Kavin ke saath Dinner jana tha...is pre-planned."
" Oh..it's ok.."
" Anything else ?"
" I love you ...I can say only"
" But I told you na it's not fair..oh sorry..he texts me...I have to go.."
That day Abhijit diagnosed again..He is in 3rd stage of Sarcoma. Doctor asked his family to immediately admit him.But he isnt tensed. He smiles looking his death.
Next day... Abhijit gifts the marigold plant to her.
" I bought that for you. Please take care of it ."
" Oh..it's nice.. Thank you.. I take its care. "
" By the way. I want to say it again. I love you"
" Abhijit.. please...we are colleagues."
She left...
That night... Abhijit Admit to the hospital. Doctor says that they have to go through a critical operation. They don't give assurance.
Next day...He is absent...No one talks about him...The girl again fix a date with Kavin.
That day...Again operation... He is under Ventilization..in ICU...He fights with life and death...The petals from the marigold flower falls...She drops water ...
Next day , Kavin Proposes her.
" Will you be my princess ?"
" Yes..."
All clapps...
That day...a pair of nose stops their rumbling...ECG machine draws straight line .Sister comes , open his mouth flusk and covers him with white sheet.. ya...he is dead...
The marigold flower starts to shrivel.
" Oh no...I don't understand why the plant is dropping. Useless..."
" Hey wifee..Why you taking care of such silly things...throw it away... I have a Surprise for you ."
" what Kavin ?"
" I bought a Villa full of Plants and beautiful environment for us..."
" Awww...you are best ..."
They throw away the plant...
It's raining outside...the thrown marigold plant wets in rain...there is a drop of water upon a petal...like someone crying ...still crying!".
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It know it is not upto mark but pehli baar try kar raha hoon ... Please maaf kar dena :'(
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Regards,- Pallab-