Baarish

June 15, 2024. Hinjawadi Phase 2 Bus Stop.

"Arre yaar, yeh baarish kab rukegi?" Maine apne bag ko aur paas khinch liya, lekin meri office ki formal shirt pehle hi bheeg chuki thi. Hinjawadi ki baarish — koi guarantee nahi, koi warning nahi. Bas ekdum se aati hai, jaan bujhke aati hai, jaise IT park ke saare stressed engineers ko thoda refresh karne aayi ho.

Main Rahul Deshmukh, 26 saal ka data analyst, Solapur se Pune shift hua tha do saal pehle. Mere baap ne kabhi kaha tha, "Beta, Pune shahar hai par uski jaan gaon mein basti hai." Aaj samajh aa raha tha. Yeh baarish, yeh hawa, yeh hara-bhara — yeh sab Solapur ke sukhe khet se bilkul alag tha.

Meri shirt chipak rahi thi. Saamne se ek bus aayi, bheed utri, aur phir...

"Excuse me, yeh jacket aapki hai?"

Maine mudkar dekha. Ek ladki khadi thi, mere hi rain jacket ko pakde hue. Woh jacket maine bus stop ke bench pe bhool gaya tha — actually, galti se chhod gaya tha kyunki baarish tez thi aur main bhaag raha tha.

"Ha... haan, meri hai," maine kaha, thoda haklaate hue.

Lekin phir maine uska chehra dekha. Gehre brown baal, gile hone ke baad bhi jo uske kandhe pe kuch is tarah gir rahe the jaise koi painting ho. Ek choti si nose ring — traditional but cute. Aur woh smile... jaise usne poori duniya ki tension nahi li ho.

"Aap bhi bheeg gaye ho," usne kaha, jacket mere haath mein thamaate hue. "Actually, main soch rahi thi ki agar aapko chalega toh hum isse share kar sakte hain? Meri umbrella toh udd gayi paanch minute pehle hi."

Main has pada. "Umbrella udd gayi?"

"Haan, Hinjawadi ki baarish mein umbrella chalana is like... trying to control your life. Impossible!"

Maine usse ghoor kar dekha. Koi stranger itna comfortably baat kaise kar sakta hai? Lekin kuch tha usme — ek warmth, jaise main usse pehle se jaanta tha.

"Main Rahul," maine haath badhaya.

"Tanvi," usne haath milaya. "Aur haan, main bhi yahin kaam karti hoon. HR executive hoon, Infosys mein."

"Main TCS mein data analyst hoon," maine kaha. "Aur haan, jacket share karte hain. Lekin condition hai — aapko meri mummy ke banaye thepla khane padenge."

Woh zor se hasi. "Thepla? Aap Marathi ho?"

"Solapur se. Aap?"

"Pure Punekar. Born and brought up in Kothrud."

"Acha, toh aap woh ho — jo Pune ki har gali, har wada pav stall, aur har trekking spot jaanti ho?"

"Exactly!" usne excitedly kaha. "Aur main jaanti hoon ki aaj baarish mein koi bus nahi aane wali agle 45 minutes tak. Traffic jam hai main road pe."

"Toh?"

"Toh... kya hum chal sakte hain? Mera PG paas mein hi hai. Wahan tak chalte hain? Jacket share mein?"

Maine socha. Practical Rahul — jo har decision data se leta tha — woh kahin chhup gaya tha. Kuch tha is ladki mein. Kuch adventurous, kuch... natural.

"Chalein," maine kaha.

Aur isi tarah shuru hui humari kahani. Hinjawadi ki baarish ne mujhe Tanvi se milaya — aur mujhe pata bhi nahi tha ki yeh sirf shuruaat thi.

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Chapter 1: Baarish Ke Saaye Mein

Woh chalte hue bhi baat karti rahi. Non-stop. Kabhi office ki politics, kabhi Pune ki traffic, aur phir achanak — trekking.

"Rahul, aapne Kabini trek kiya hai?"

"Nahi, main toh bas Sinhagad, Rajgad wagaireh gaya hoon."

"Oh my God! Aapne Kabini nahi dekha? Kerala mein hai, beautiful place. Main wahan gayi thi last year. Elephants, sunrise, aur woh mist..."

Uske chehre pe ek alag hi glow tha jab woh nature ke baare mein baat kar rahi thi. Main usually itna kisi se jaldi open nahi hota, lekin Tanvi ke saath... alag tha. Jaise hum do saal se dost ho.

"Waise aap trekking karte ho?" usne pucha.

"Karta tha Solapur mein. Yahan aake nikal nahi paata. Weekend pe ya toh office ka kaam rehta hai, ya phir mummy phone karti hain — 'Rahul, tu kab aa raha hai? Tere liye theple banaye hain.'"

Tanvi hasi. "Aww, that's sweet! Aapki mummy kahan hain?"

"Solapur. Papa ki death ke baad woh akeli hain. Main soch raha hoon ki unhe yahan le aun, lekin woh kehti hain — 'Mera pura jeevan wahan bitaya, ab kahan jaaun?'"

Tanvi chup ho gayi thodi der. Phir boli, "Mere papa retired military colonel hain. Unki bhi posting alag-alag jagah hoti thi. Lekin unhone Pune chuna retirement ke liye. Kehte hain, 'Beta, soldier ko hamesha ek pahad chahiye hota hai dekhne ke liye.'"

Hum Tanvi ke PG pahunche. Woh ruki, aur mujhe wapas jacket di.

"Thank you, Rahul. Aaj achanak se baarish ne aapko bheja lagta hai."

"Main bhi yahi soch raha tha," maine kaha, thoda sa nervous hote hue. "Waise... agar aap free ho toh weekend pe ek trek plan kar rahe hain. Sinhagad. Mere colleague Amit aur uski girlfriend bhi aa rahe hain. Aap...?"

Usne meri aankhon mein dekha. Seedha. Bina jhijhake.

"Saturday? Main free hoon. Aur haan, main aapko Sinhagad ke alawa ek aur trek dikhana chahti hoon. Purandar Fort. Wahan se sunset best dikhta hai."

"Deal," maine kaha.

Usne apna number diya, aur main wahan se chala gaya. Baarish ab bhi ho rahi thi, lekin mujhe mehsoos nahi ho raha tha. Kuch badal gaya tha.

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Chapter 2: Mummy Ka Phone

Raat ko ghar aake, mummy ka phone aaya. Jaise hamesha aata hai.

"Rahulya, khana khaya?"

"Khaya, Aai."

"Wahan ka mausam kaisa hai?"

"Baarish, Aai. Lagataar baarish."

"Arre, woh theple bheje hain na, woh khatam hue?"

"Abhi do din aur hain. Aai, woh... main aapse kuch puchna chahta tha."

"Haan bolo."

"Agar main... matlab, agar main kisi ladki se mila... toh?"

Phone pe chhann se awaaz aayi. Shayaad mummy ne chai ki cup gira di.

"Ladki? Kaun ladki? Kahan se aayi? Kya naam hai? Ghar kahan hai?"

Main has pada. "Aai, shant. Pehle ek hi baar mile hain. Bus stop pe. Baarish mein jacket share ki thi."

"Jacket share? Aise kaun karta hai?"

"Woh... woh alag hai, Aai. Bahut alag. Nature pasand hai usko. Trekking karti hai. Aur haske baat karti hai, jaise koi tension hi nahi hai zindagi mein."

Mummy thodi der chup rahi. Phir boli, "Rahulya, tu Solapur ka hai. Simple, practical. Lekin Pune ki ladkiyaan... woh alag hoti hain. Modern. Tujhe samajhna hoga."

"Main samajh sakta hoon, Aai."

"Thik hai. Lekin jab usse mil, toh dhyan se dekh. Kya woh sirf time pass kar rahi hai, ya sach mein..."

"Aai!" maine interrupt kiya. "Abhi toh pehli mulakat thi. Dekhte hain."

Lekin sach bolun toh, maine bhi socha tha. Tanvi itni cheerful, itni open — kya woh sach mein interested thi, ya bas friendly thi?

Mummy ne kaha, "Thik hai. Lekin agli baar jab baat ho, toh usse kehna — Lata aai bol rahi hain, theple bhejengi."

Main has pada. "Pakka, Aai."

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Chapter 3: Sinhagad Trek — Pehli Date?

Saturday subah, 5:30 baje. Main Amit ke saath Sinhagad ke base pahuncha. Amit mera colleague tha, aur uski girlfriend Priya bhi aayi thi.

"Bhai, yeh Tanvi kaun hai?" Amit ne pucha.

"Woh... ek dost. Kal bus stop pe mili."

"Bus stop pe? Romantic!" Priya ne kaha.

"Nahi, aisa kuch nahi. Bas... common interests hain."

6 baje, Tanvi aayi. Trekking shoes, cargo pants, ek simple t-shirt, aur woh smile. Usne kuch makeup nahi kiya tha, lekhin woh fresh lag rahi thi. Natural.

"Hi everyone!" usne wave kiya. "Main Tanvi."

Introductions hue. Aur hum chalne lage.

Sinhagad ka raasta monsoon mein alag hi lagta hai. Hara-bhara, slippery, aur woh mist — jaise pahad ne koi secret chhupa rakha ho.

"Rahul, aapne kahan tak trek kiya hai?" Tanvi ne pucha.

"Rajgad, Torna, Lohagad. Lekin yeh sab pehle. Ab toh..."

"Ab toh office, Excel sheets, aur deadlines?"

"Haan," maine kaha. "Data analyst hoon na. Numbers ke beech mein rehta hoon."

Tanvi ruki. Usne mudkar dekha.

"Numbers mein beauty nahi hoti, Rahul. Nature mein hoti hai. Dekho na..." usne haath se ishara kiya surrounding ki taraf. "Yeh mist, yeh hariyali, yeh awaaz — patakon ki, ret ki, aur hawa ki. Yeh sab free hai. Bas dekhna padta hai."

Maine uski baat suni. Aur sach mein, maine dekha. Pehli baar itne dhyan se. Yeh wahi Sinhagad tha jahan main pehle bhi aaya tha, lekin aaj alag lag raha tha.

Thodi der baad, baarish shuru hui. Halki si, phir tez.

"Chalo, shelter lete hain!" Amit ne kaha.

Lekin Tanvi nahi ruki. Woh aage badhti rahi, haath failake baarish mein. "Rahul! Aao na! Yeh baarish hai, enemy nahi!"

Main thoda uncomfortable hua. Practical Rahul — gile kapde, beemari, cold — yeh sab sochta tha. Lekin Tanvi ke chehre pe woh khushi... main nahi ruk saka.

Main bhi aage badha. Baarish ne hume bheega diya. Tanvi ne zor se chillaya, kuch Marathi gaana gaya — "Malhar vari..." ya kuch similar. Usne mujhse mera haath pakda.

"Chalo! Race karte hain top tak!"

"Race? Yeh slippery hai!"

"Exactly! Adventure!"

Aur woh daud gayi. Main peeche-peeche. Haath pakde hue. Hamari ungliyaan interlocked thi, garam-garam, baarish ke thand mein.

Hum top pahunche. Saans phooli hui. Tanvi ka chehra laal. Aur hum dono... has rahe the. Jaise koi bachpan ki dost mil gayi ho.

"Rahul," usne kaha, saans lete hue, "yeh dekho."

Woh hill ki taraf mudi. Neeche, clouds ke beech se Pune city dikhti thi. Chhota sa, lekin pyaara. Aur upar, poora sky grey, lekin beautiful.

"Beautiful," maine kaha. Lekin main city nahi dekh raha tha. Main Tanvi ko dekh raha tha. Uske gile baal, uski smile, uski aankhein — jo kuch keh rahi thi, jo shayad woh khud nahi jaanti thi.

Amit aur Priya neeche shelter mein the. Tanvi aur main, ek rock pe baith gaye. Baarish ab halki ho gayi thi.

"Rahul, aapko pata hai," Tanvi ne kaha, "main HR mein kyun gayi?"

"Kyun?"

"Kyunki main logon ko dekhna pasand karti hoon. Unki stories samajhna. Lekin... kuch mahine se lag raha tha ki main khud hi kho gayi hoon. Office, parties, fake smiles — sab mein ghum ho gayi thi."

"Toh phir aaj?"

"Aaj..." usne meri taraf dekha. "Aaj mujhe woh Tanvi wapas mili hai. Jo trekking karti thi, baarish mein bheegti thi, aur..."

Maine uska haath pakda. Properly. Dono haathon se.

"Main bhi," maine kaha. "Main bhi woh Rahul wapas paana chahta hoon. Jo Solapur mein the, jo nature pasand karta tha."

Hum dono chup rahe. Sirf baarish ki awaaz. Aur phir...

"Rahul, dekho!" Tanvi ne kaha, pointing.

Ek rainbow tha. Poora, bright, Sinhagad ke upar.

"Wow," maine kaha.

"Yeh Pune ki baarish ka gift hai," Tanvi ne kaha. "Aur aaj... aaj yeh humara hai."

Humne ek dusre ko dekha. Main thoda aage jhuka, uske kaan ke paas, "Thank you, Tanvi. Aaj ke liye."

Usne mudkar dekha. Hamari aankhein mili. Aur maine... haan, maine himmat ki. Maine uske forehead pe ek chhota sa kiss kiya. Soft, respectful, grateful.

Woh sharma gayi. Lekin hasi bhi.

"Rahul Deshmukh," usne kaha, "aap bold nikle."

"Nature ki tarah," maine kaha. "Dheere-dheere khulta hoon."

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Chapter 4: Colonel Sahab

Agle hafte, Tanvi ne kaha, "Rahul, mere papa aapse milna chahte hain."

Main nervous ho gaya. "Milna? Kyun?"

"Kyunki maine unhe aapke baare mein bataya. Aur unhone kaha — 'Jo ladka meri beti ko trekking pe le jaaye baarish mein, woh special hai.'"

"Woh gussa toh nahi?"

"Gussa? Arre, woh retired colonel hain. Unhe acha ladka chahiye jo unki beti ka khayal rakhe. Aur aap... aapne toh jacket bhi share ki thi."

Main has pada.

Sham ko, Tanvi ke ghar. Kothrud mein ek chhota sa bungalow. Colonel Raghav Mehra — 6 feet, white hair, sharp eyes, aur woh military posture.

"Rahul," unhone haath milaya. "Baitho."

Main baitha. Tanvi kitchen mein thi, chai banane.

"Toh, Solapur se ho?" Colonel ne pucha.

"Ji, sir."

"Data analyst?"

"Ji."

"Kitna kama lete ho?"

Maine amount bataya. Colonel ne kuch nahi kaha. Bas dekhte rahe.

"Rahul, main sidha sawal puchunga. Tanvi meri beti hai. Meri jaan. Main uski khushi dekhna chahta hoon. Aap uske saath... comfortable ho?"

"Ji, sir. Bahut."

"Nature pasand hai aapko?"

"Bachpan se. Lekin... pichle do saal bhool gaya tha. Tanvi ne wapas yaad dilaya."

Colonel ne kuch der socha. Phir bole, "Thik hai. Lekin ek shart hai."

"Kya, sir?"

"Agli baar jab trek pe jaoge, toh main bhi aaunga. Mujhe dekhna hai ki aap meri beti ka khayal kaise rakhte ho."

Tanvi aayi, chai leke. "Papa! Aap kya keh rahe ho?"

"Kuch nahi, beta. Bas... new recruit ko test kar raha hoon."

Main has pada. "Sir, aapka swagat hai. Next weekend, Purandar Fort?"

"Deal," Colonel ne kaha. "Aur haan, Rahul — aapki mummy se bhi milna hai mujhe. Lata ji, right? Unhone theple bheje hain Tanvi ke liye. Bahut acche hain."

Main hairaan ho gaya. "Aapko kaise pata?"

"Tanvi ne bataya. Aur maine phone bhi kiya unse. Soldier hoon, investigation karna aata hai."

Tanvi aur main dono has diye. Yeh Colonel — strict dikhte the, lekin dil ke soft the. Aur unhone mujhe accept kar liya tha. Bas ek condition pe — unki beti ki khushi.

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Chapter 5: Climate Disaster — Nature Ki Warning

July aaya. Pune mein baarish aur tez ho gayi. News mein aane laga — "Heavy rainfall alert. Landslide possible in ghat areas."

Main aur Tanvi plan kar rahe the — Tamhini Ghat trek. Lekin weather app dekh ke maine kaha, "Tanvi, shayad nahi jaana chahiye. Warning hai."

"Rahul, hum careful rahenge. Guide hoga, proper gear hogi. Aur woh waterfall... monsoon mein best dikhta hai."

Main thoda uncomfortable tha. Lekin Tanvi ki excitement dekh ke mana nahi kar saka.

Amit bhi aa raha tha. Colonel ne kaha, "Main bhi aaunga. Experience hai mujhe rough terrain ka."

Saturday subah, 4 baje nikle. Tamhini Ghat — Pune se 50 km. Green paradise monsoon mein.

Lekin... kuch theek nahi tha.

Raaste mein, baarish tez ho gayi. Zyada tez. Hamara car ek jagah atak gaya — road pe paani bhar gaya tha.

"Back karte hain," maine kaha.

"Nahi," Tanvi ne kaha. "Hum almost pahunche hain. Thodi aur der..."

"Tanvi, suno. Yeh dangerous ho sakta hai."

Colonel ne kaha, "Rahul sahi keh raha hai. Main bhi yeh weather dekh ke concerned hoon."

Lekin Tanvi... woh ziddi ho gayi. "Bas ek ghanta. Please. Main yeh waterfall dekhna chahti hoon."

Maine uska haath pakda. "Tanvi, meri baat suno. Main tumhari khushi chahta hoon. Lekin tumhari safety usse zyada important hai. Please."

Usne meri aankhon mein dekha. Kuch der ladi. Phir... woh ruki.

"Thik hai," usne kaha softly. "Chalte hain wapas."

Hum wapas mod lene wale the, ki...

Crack!

Ek awaaz aayi. Door se. Phir... dheere-dheere, ek awaaz jo humne pehle kabhi nahi suni thi.

"Landslide!" Colonel ne kaha. "Car se bahar! Abhi!"

Sab kuch itni tezi se hua ki mujhe yaad bhi nahi kaise. Main Tanvi ka haath pakda, usse kheench ke bahar nikala. Amit aur Priya peeche the. Colonel ne unhe push kiya safe side ki taraf.

Aur phir... paani. Bahut saara paani. Flash flood. Upstream se ek wave aayi, aur hamari car... woh bas gayi. Doosri taraf.

Hum paanch log the — ek rock ke upar, jo flood se thoda uncha tha. Lekin hum trapped the.

"Phone!" Maine kaha. Network nahi tha. Emergency numbers try kiye — busy.

Tanvi kaap rahi thi. Gile kapde, thand, aur darr.

"Rahul..." usne kaha, awaaz kaapte hue.

Maine usse gale lagaya. Tight. "Main hoon. Main hoon na. Kuch nahi hoga."

Colonel ne dekha. Unki aankhon mein bhi darr tha — lekin woh control mein the. "Rahul, tum Tanvi ka khayal rakho. Amit, Priya — tum yahan ruko. Main help laane jaata hoon."

"Papa, nahi!" Tanvi ne kaha.

"Beta, main colonel hoon. Yeh mera kaam hai."

Woh paani mein utre. Strong current. Lekin woh... woh expert the. Dheere-dheere, woh aage badhe, ek tree ki branch pakdi, aur gayab ho gaye mist mein.

Hum chaar log wahan baithe. Thand badh rahi thi. Tanvi kaap rahi thi. Maine apni jacket utari — jo bachi thi — aur usse odha di.

"Rahul, aapko thand lagegi," usne kaha.

"Chup. Pehno."

Amit ne kaha, "Bhai, yeh situation..."

"Handle kar lenge," maine kaha. Zyada confident sound karne ke liye.

Lekin andar... darr tha. Tanvi ke liye. Agar kuch ho jata toh? Agar main usse protect nahi kar paata toh?

2 ghante. Ya shayad zyada. Time ka pata nahi chala.

Phir... awaaz. Helicopter? Nahi, local rescue team. Colonel saath the — unhone help laayi thi. Rope, life jackets, aur ek boat.

Hum safe nikale. Car total loss thi. Lekin hum zinda the.

Hospital mein checkup ke baad, Tanvi ke papa ne mujhe gale lagaya. Pehli baar. Military hug — tight, emotional.

"Rahul," unhone kaha, "tumne meri beti ko bachaya."

"Sir, maine toh bas..."

"Nahi. Tumne usse wahan se nikala. Tumne usse garam rakha. Tumne uski jaan bachayi. Main... main shukriya ada nahi kar sakta."

Tanvi aayi. Usne mujhe dekha. Aankhon mein aansu.

"Rahul," usne kaha, "main bewakoof thi. Main ziddi thi. Agar maine aapki baat suni hoti toh..."

"Shh," maine kaha. "Kuch nahi hua. Hum safe hain. Bas yeh dekh — hum safe hain."

Usne mujhe gale lagaya. Bahut tight. Aur phir... usne mere kaan mein kaha, "I love you, Rahul. I really do."

Main ruk gaya. Kuch seconds ke liye.

"Main bhi," maine kaha. "Main bhi tumse pyaar karta hoon, Tanvi. Pehle din se. Us bus stop se."

Hum dono has diye. Aansu ke saath.

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Chapter 6: Ghar Wapasi

Agarle din, mummy ka phone aaya. Unhe pata chal gaya tha — Colonel ne bataya tha.

"Rahulya! Tu theek hai na?"

"Main theek hoon, Aai. Bas thoda gile ho gaye the."

"Gile? Landslide mein phansa tha tu! Colonel sahab ne bataya!"

"Mummy, relax. Main safe hoon. Aur... Aai, woh ladki... Tanvi..."

"Ha?"

"Main usse pyaar karta hoon."

Phone pe khamoshi. Phir... rona. Mummy ro rahi thi.

"Rahulya... meri dua kabool ho gayi. Ek achi ladki mil gayi tujhe. Jo tere saath trekking kare, baarish mein bheegi, aur... aur bachaye bhi tujhe."

"Mummy, maine usse bachaya tha."

"Haan, haan. Dono ne ek dusre ko bachaya. Yahi toh pyaar hai."

Main has pada. "Aai, main usse leke aaunga ghar. Solapur. Aap se milne."

"Kab?"

"Next month. Raksha Bandhan pe. Waise bhi Tanvi keh rahi thi ki woh Solapur ke theple taste karna chahti hai. Asli wale."

Mummy hasi. "Bhejunga. Parcel kar ke bhejunga. Aur haan, Rahulya — Colonel sahab ko bhi bulana. Unhone meri madad ki. Phone pe baat hui thi. Achche insaan hain."

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Epilogue: Hinjawadi Ki Baarish — Ek Saal Baad

Ek saal ho gaya.

Main aur Tanvi... hum engaged hain. Colonel aur Mummy ne baat kar li hai. Shaadi next year, winter mein — Pune mein, proper Marathi style.

Aaj phir se baarish hai. Hinjawadi mein. Main aur Tanvi, usi bus stop pe khade hain. Wahi jacket — jo ab hamari memory ban gayi hai.

"Rahul," Tanvi ne kaha, "yaad hai pehli mulakat?"

"Kaise bhool sakta hoon? Tumne meri jacket churayi thi."

"Churayi nahi! Share ki!"

"Tumhari umbrella udd gayi thi..."

"Uff, woh story mat yaad dilao. Kitni embarrassing thi."

Maine uska haath pakda. "Nahi. Perfect thi. Sab kuch perfect tha."

Hum chalne lage. Same direction — Tanvi ka PG ab mera bhi ghar hai. Hum saath rehte hain. Office bhi same area mein hai.

"Waise," Tanvi ne kaha, "next weekend kahan ja rahe hain?"

"Kahan?"

"Rajmachi. Night trek. Full moon."

Maine usse dekha. "Tum... ab bhi ziddi ho? Landslide ke baad bhi?"

"Rahul, woh incident ne mujhe dikhaya ki life kitni precious hai. Main ab aur zyada jeena chahti hoon. Nature mein. Tumhare saath. Lekin haan, ab main tumhari baat sunti hoon. Safety first."

Maine uske haathon pe kiss kiya. "Thik hai. Rajmachi. Lekin proper gear ke saath. Colonel ne bhi kaha tha — 'Meri beti ko leke jaoge toh preparation achhi honi chahiye.'"

Tanvi hasi. "Papa aur unke rules!"

"Woh tumse pyaar karte hain."

"Aur aap?"

Main ruka. Baarish mein. Usi jagah jahan hum mile the.

"Main?" maine kaha, "main toh tumhare bina saans bhi nahi le sakta, Tanvi. Yeh Hinjawadi ki baarish, yeh Pune ki hawa, yeh saari duniya — sab tumhari wajah se beautiful lagti hai."

Usne rukkar mujhe dekha. Aur phir... usne mujhe gale lagaya. Tight. Warm. Baarish ke beech mein.

"Main bhi," usne kaha. "I love you, Rahul."

"I love you too, Tanvi."

Aur phir... ek chhota sa kiss. Soft. Sweet. Baarish ki boondon ke saath.

Hinjawadi ki baarish ne hume milaya tha. Aur aaj, wahi baarish humari gawahi de rahi thi.

~ The End ~

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"Kuch rishte baarish ki tarah hote hain — achanak aate hain, bheega dete hain, aur zindagi bhar yaad rehte hain."