She looked at the tap that was leaking and shouted, “Dheeru Chacha Paani behrahee hai! Dekhiye tho!”
(Watch out Dheeru Uncle! Water‟s leaking from the faucet.)
She then collected her books and put them in the cloth bag hanging by her shoulder, and walked out into the cool evening breeze. She was delayed again! She promised to coach Baiju the village barber‟s son. And she did not know how time flew by...She looked at the sky and it was heavily cast... a drop fell on her cheek, and she looked up at the sky. She dreaded rain! She actually loved rain, but her life was so very woven with the rain that now she was wary of even a drizzle. It always brought life with it! One, which she dreaded to confront.

She walked into the dusty evening as the day wore the blanket of darkness slowly and in the twilight, she passed the market yard and walked on turning to her right towards the place called home. She was worse than a nomad, as there was nothing called permanency. Only one thing was static and that was her love for someone, who she would never ever get to see in her lifetime again, but who was very much a part of her as was the breath that filled her lungs and left it every second. A faint smile lit her face as the sadness of the whole situation enveloped her yet again...

She took the sharp turn to left and walked past the lush green fields, and turned to watch the vast expanse of greenery, and by habit mooned about a pair of intense eyes that would turn a deep blue when in thought. Yeah he would be standing exactly like that she thought as her mind conjured her picture. She smiled again at her imagination which was more than vivid, and walked on for a few paces, only to stop frozen in her tracks.

She turned and looked back. Impossible! She shook her head several times as if that would make what she saw go away. He was standing by the truck, and in his inimitably typical style! She gazed on...still, a part of her trying to reason it out with her saying that it was just a dream, and a trickery of her eyes and mind.

He was standing there alright! In flesh and blood!
With his right leg folded, his sole resting on the side of the truck, and his hands folded in front of him. He was dressed in faded golden brown corduroys and a white cotton shirt with the cuffs folded to his elbows. His frame, was rigid with anger no doubt she knew and his stance told her, he was absolutely mad. She stood rooted to the spot and after what seemed like an eternity, he slowly put his leg down and straightened, making her to panic.
What now!