Arjun first saw her on a rainy afternoon at the old train station. She stood near the edge of the platform, her fingers tracing raindrops on the cold metal railing, as if each drop carried a secret only she could understand.
Her name was Meera.
He didn't believe in love at first sight, but something about her quiet smile made the world slow down. The noise of vendors, the whistle of trains, the endless crowd—everything faded. Only she remained.
Their first conversation was simple.
"Do you always watch the rain like that?" he asked.
She smiled softly. "Only when I need to remember something… or forget something."
That day, they missed their trains on purpose.
Thanks for my all friends.