I was at my hometown, it was the season when we seldom have an appointment with sun, trees lively green, skies cloudy white, eyes filled with the content of drizzles.
A sunday dawn i was out to get something , drizzles multiplied into a nice heavy slap onto my face.
It was time for my umberella to do some work, from nowhere on that deserted road, a sweet muffled voice sounding "santhoshhh" in a tone asking for help, struck my ears.
I turned to my left and was in a mixed feeling of surprise and shock to see a pretty girl asking for a drop to her home.To my delight, she was my classmate at my primary school.
Firstly i was embarassed, trying 2 move myself away, but heavy rain refrained me from doing so.
It was a 10 min of unforgettable incident which forced me to get drenched before and after her exit from the scene, though i had an umberella.
Turning nostalgic is not that bad na.........
A sunday dawn i was out to get something , drizzles multiplied into a nice heavy slap onto my face.
It was time for my umberella to do some work, from nowhere on that deserted road, a sweet muffled voice sounding "santhoshhh" in a tone asking for help, struck my ears.
I turned to my left and was in a mixed feeling of surprise and shock to see a pretty girl asking for a drop to her home.To my delight, she was my classmate at my primary school.
Firstly i was embarassed, trying 2 move myself away, but heavy rain refrained me from doing so.
It was a 10 min of unforgettable incident which forced me to get drenched before and after her exit from the scene, though i had an umberella.
Turning nostalgic is not that bad na.........
