Rain, Real Juice and Cupid
A charming story set in the picturesque hills of Sixth Mile Tadong, where Kaushal’s mundane life takes a delightful turn after a chance encounter with a beautiful stranger. Amidst rain-soaked evenings, fleeting glances, and lighthearted humour, this tale captures the essence of unexpected romance and serendipity.
He woke up from a deep slumber; he must have fallen asleep while writing his notes. Kaushal had a meeting the next day and had been preparing for it, but the terrible heat during the day and the rain in the afternoon, combined with the sticky, humid air at Sixth Mile Tadong, were enough to put him to sleep.
He woke up, dragged himself to the washroom, and took a cold shower to freshen up. It was still raining, and he had completed his work. He made himself a cup of coffee and went to his little verandah. The rain made everything clearer and brighter; the Kanchenjunga looked resplendent.
He silently bowed to the spirits that resided there, asking them to protect the holy peak. He was lost in his thoughts when his attention was drawn to a taxi that stopped right below his rented flat. Three students ran out from the back seat, and then he saw her.
A fair, beautiful foot emerged from the car first. It lingered for a moment, perhaps to pay the driver. She wore open white sandals, and her feet looked gorgeous. He eagerly waited to see the rest of her, and then she stepped out wearing a black skirt and a cream blouse. She had on a pair of shades and carried a cute bag.
She looked up and met his gaze. Then, taking off her sunglasses, she placed them atop her lovely hair and said something to him.
Kaushal felt as though he had gone deaf for a moment; he couldn’t concentrate on her words because his mind was preoccupied with her painted red lips. “God, wouldn’t it feel great to kiss those luscious lips,” he thought, completely missing everything she was saying.
She looked annoyed and disappeared into the shop below. Kaushal felt like a fool and blushed, wondering if the beautiful stranger thought he was a moron.
The next morning, he was awakened by the noise of a heavy vehicle. He went to the verandah with the intention of shouting at the noise-makers but changed his mind when he saw her again. She was wearing black yoga pants and a red sweatshirt, giving directions to the men hauling furniture downstairs.
Kaushal couldn’t believe his luck—she was moving into his building! Suddenly, his lethargy and anger vanished, replaced by an inexplicable happiness.
Then, she looked up and caught him giving her a “lost puppy” look. She didn’t seem particularly pleased to see him. He thought of going down to offer a helping hand when a bike pulled up, parking between him and his dream girl.
The biker removed his helmet, revealing a rather handsome face, much to Kaushal’s dismay. However, what the biker said to the pretty girl made Kaushal’s day. The biker walked up to her and said:
“Didi, sorry I woke up late, but don’t worry, I’ll take charge now.”
No sooner had the word ‘Didi’ escaped the handsome man’s lips than our Romeo, Kaushal, was downstairs, playing the part of a friendly neighbour.
He eagerly started helping out, and she seemed amused, though she smiled graciously at him.
After Kaushal helped shift all her furniture into her flat, she offered him a glass of Real Juice. It was the sweetest juice Kaushal had ever tasted in his entire life.
With a heavy heart, he bid goodbye to his crush and reluctantly returned to his bachelor pad.
“Azee, Di looks like you’ve got an admirer,” teased Jasmine’s younger brother, Yash.
“I thought he was rude yesterday, but he’s not that bad,” she giggled and it started to rain but it was a rain of love.
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