Chapter 1
It is how it happens even in films.
The Hero and the Heroine meet on a rainy morning. Sometimes at nights, when it pours needles and spikes.
Meet under umbrellas, walking their ways into each others hearts.
It happened the same way between them.
Almost the same way.
He could have been better prepared. No use lamenting the heavens. No raincoat, not even a handy umbrella.
And no buses for the past three quarter hour.
He was among the twenty odd people sheltered under the crumbling remains of what was a urban bus stop. There was no sight of any public transport that morning.
Not even the ubiquitous auto rickshaws that over-plied the city.
Blame it on fate. Shiva could do nothing other than wait.
And wait he did.
It was then that he saw her. Clad in a jean and a top. Drenched would be a wary description. A ash gray cap, and denim at that. Headphones at her ears. Black hair that dropped out of the cap, protesting the curb, shining silver with the drops from the skies.
He watched in some thing of an admiration as she whizzed past him on her bike.
Something of a modern times attitude.
She had sped around the corner and out of sight before a jam packed bus rumbled its way to the stop.
And after the others climbed into the metal sandwich, he hung onto the rung with one leg balanced on the space-craved last step.
He looked out onto the roads in futile, searching for a black motorbike, with a pretty girl on it.
