It's raining. I sigh and wonder when will the rain end. Its been two days of rains and I am stuck in my house with nowhere to go. This was the weekend I thought I will enjoy the weekend to the fullest. I sip on my mug of coffee looking into the greenery outside. The memories came floating back to me of a rainy day.
It was evening and Delhi had experienced its first rain of the summers. Luckily i listened to my mom and was carrying an umbrella. I am waiting for the traffic light to turn red so that I can cross over to the other side. I see a girl trying vainly to keep herself dry using her hands. I stifle a laugh and politely ask her to get under the umbrella. She is more than happy to do that. The light turns red and we cross and we both enter the metro station and go our ways respectively.
It was a sunday and after a long time I was all alone on the Delhi-jaipur highway on my bullet for company. The urban jungle of Gurgaon gave way to the shrubs of the remnants of aravallis and the desert which lay ahead. The cool breeze (Due to the rains) Made it a pleasurable ride. Suddenly a audi drives by my side. I cannot help but steal a glance at the car. Then I see the the passenger seat rolling down and a faintly familiar face gives a smile and signals me to pull over. I stop my bike and the lady gets down from her car and comes up to me. I am still not able to recognise her. She smiles and asks me "You don't recognise me ? do you?" I am at a loss of words but before I could utter a word she says" I am the girl from the metro station whom you offered to share the umbrella . You already forgot. That day in my hurry I forgot to thank You. I was going to a friends wedding and saw you riding so..." Her words trailed off. I remember her . " Hi ,I am Biswaroop, Sorry didn't recognise you at the first glance" "its allright, I am not Ms World so that you remember me." She said with a giggle. "So Mr ..." "its Biswaroop" " Yeah its too long I am Garima. So where are you riding too? I love bullets" "Well am going to Jaipur and then will be back. Just that the weather was nice so taking a ride" "Would You mind if I ask for a lift till Jaipur. Please please " .
I couldn't resist her and agreed to take her . Along the way I realized how talkative she was . She kept on talking and wanted me to teach her ride a bike. We stopped at small places along the way for lassi and some food. I was starting to think I was falling for her. Then as we started riding again it started raining and I wanted to stop but she insisted to ride on. I was driving slowly as we were talking but I didn't see a car coming in the wrong way. The car banged hard against us. Next I remember waking up on the hospital bed . My Dad tells me I had been unconscious for the last 2 days. I frantically look around for her. What was her name I forget. Yes It was Garima. I ask my dad " What happened to Garima?? She was on the bike with me . Where is she?" My dad's face became expressionless. "She died this morning . She was in a coma for 2 days just like you but..." I couldn't stop my tears. This was a girl whom i knew for just a few hours and she was gone. That smile, that voice. that non-stop chatter...all for a few hours? All gone.
The rain stopped . I slowly pushed myself off the bed onto my wheelchair. Time for a evening walk.
It was evening and Delhi had experienced its first rain of the summers. Luckily i listened to my mom and was carrying an umbrella. I am waiting for the traffic light to turn red so that I can cross over to the other side. I see a girl trying vainly to keep herself dry using her hands. I stifle a laugh and politely ask her to get under the umbrella. She is more than happy to do that. The light turns red and we cross and we both enter the metro station and go our ways respectively.
It was a sunday and after a long time I was all alone on the Delhi-jaipur highway on my bullet for company. The urban jungle of Gurgaon gave way to the shrubs of the remnants of aravallis and the desert which lay ahead. The cool breeze (Due to the rains) Made it a pleasurable ride. Suddenly a audi drives by my side. I cannot help but steal a glance at the car. Then I see the the passenger seat rolling down and a faintly familiar face gives a smile and signals me to pull over. I stop my bike and the lady gets down from her car and comes up to me. I am still not able to recognise her. She smiles and asks me "You don't recognise me ? do you?" I am at a loss of words but before I could utter a word she says" I am the girl from the metro station whom you offered to share the umbrella . You already forgot. That day in my hurry I forgot to thank You. I was going to a friends wedding and saw you riding so..." Her words trailed off. I remember her . " Hi ,I am Biswaroop, Sorry didn't recognise you at the first glance" "its allright, I am not Ms World so that you remember me." She said with a giggle. "So Mr ..." "its Biswaroop" " Yeah its too long I am Garima. So where are you riding too? I love bullets" "Well am going to Jaipur and then will be back. Just that the weather was nice so taking a ride" "Would You mind if I ask for a lift till Jaipur. Please please " .
I couldn't resist her and agreed to take her . Along the way I realized how talkative she was . She kept on talking and wanted me to teach her ride a bike. We stopped at small places along the way for lassi and some food. I was starting to think I was falling for her. Then as we started riding again it started raining and I wanted to stop but she insisted to ride on. I was driving slowly as we were talking but I didn't see a car coming in the wrong way. The car banged hard against us. Next I remember waking up on the hospital bed . My Dad tells me I had been unconscious for the last 2 days. I frantically look around for her. What was her name I forget. Yes It was Garima. I ask my dad " What happened to Garima?? She was on the bike with me . Where is she?" My dad's face became expressionless. "She died this morning . She was in a coma for 2 days just like you but..." I couldn't stop my tears. This was a girl whom i knew for just a few hours and she was gone. That smile, that voice. that non-stop chatter...all for a few hours? All gone.
The rain stopped . I slowly pushed myself off the bed onto my wheelchair. Time for a evening walk.
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