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MONSOON, CHAI AND YOU- A SHORT STORY

 "I always carry an umbrella whenever I don't need one" I whisper to myself.


Well, at that time of the evening, everyone else could be chilling in their pyjamas biting the overly oiled banana fritters, gossiping over tea, some calling their parents and some other their sweethearts. College hostels host a special kind of evening,which no one can ever imagine sitting at their homes. It is a place of total chaos, abuzzed with indistinct chatter.

Even before the last bell would ring, some people would rush to the back gate of the college. Well, there were two kinds of such people! one being the daily scholars, sprinting to catch the bus and, the other being the people you could see freshly out of the shower,whereas you arrive the last and sleep with the same dress.

The day was quite different. It was a Friday afternoon. The rush would be even higher than the other days because, the hostellers who stayed not very far away from their homes would visit during the weekends. I was a very travel sick person, so for me to think of a three hour hectic journey was very tiring.

On Fridays, I would start late, pick up my stuffs and walk sluggish towards the library. Even though, the library was a place to read, I went there to sit between the books, imagine fictional plots in my head and jot down a few lines.

On such a Friday, heavy rain gushed. I didn't hear anything until I decided to leave. The hostel was a few steps away. It had more than 200 faces I encountered each day. But no was seen around that day. I couldn't afford to drench myself in the rain and wait in the long queue to take a bath and wash my untidy clothes. So, I decided to stay till the rain goes.

The curfew was till 7 p.m. and it was all ready six. Understanding the fact that I need to sleep alone in that room for the next two days , I got immersed in thoughts. My head started aching, thinking of all of these.

I smoulder, " I never have the things when I need them the most".

Suddenly, out of the blue, a guy, wearing a grey t-shirt with pale black hair, nerdy glasses poked me to offer his umbrella.

(To be continued)

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