Encounters

Since morning he wasn't having the best day, sour milk and burnt toast  had only been the beginning. After the bad breakfast, he pulled out his scooter to find a water-clogged road due to heavy downpour and adding to it's damage was the broken sewage system. He anyhow managed to pull out the scooter spoiling his pants which had become wet upto to his knee length, and the shoes, well he had walked bare-footed for the love of his new leather shoes!

It was expected that the traffic would be huge, that is the usual affair for the monsoons in Delhi. By the time he reached his office all other colleagues had taken their places in their respective cubicles. The only appealing thing about his job was that his boss, unlike others, was very compassionate and did not fuss. Even if you were late and had reasonable explanation for the same, you were to be easily excused. Since being late was not the reason of his worry, the tensed face could be assumed as a cause of the newly allotted project on which he had had a very poor lead. He headed straight to his desk, opened his laptop and immersed himself into the screen.

He did not get up for lunch, the urges to take smoke breaks had been subdued by the work-load and deadline pressure. Finally when he got out of the chair it was almost dark. The sun was setting and the clouds were huddling together to shed themselves over the city for another night. With half a heart, he took out his phone, and without any amusement put it back inside his pocket on having zero calls and messages. Not that he did not have anybody to call him, but that one person had been very cold and ignorant since the last few months.The causes were unknown, he had tried talking to her but nothing yielded out of all those conversations. She had made excuses of distances and accused him instead. Everybody around knew what hard time he was undergoing through, but as he had intentionally distanced himself from others they believed he needed his own space for a while.

As he dragged his scooter out of the parking which had refused to start, he was enveloped in a sheath of numbness. The inability to feel the series of negative events occurring one of after another left him with a straight face while he headed towards a mechanic shop. It had been raining profusely. After having dropped his vehicle for repairing he sat on a bench placed opposite to the shop. The rain didn't seem to bother him and he kept staring at the puddle on the road which was growing in volume. He was forced to raise his head by a striking light reflection in the puddle, hoping it was his scooter's headlight, to his dismay it was not, rather it came from another car being pulled by a mechanic truck. Any boy in his age would have been enthrilled to see what he saw there, but he only bowed his head down again to stare back at the dampness of the roads. The towed car was pulled off and from it stepped down a girl. In her office clothes she appeared to be an extremely strong woman, but all the sturdy factors could not hide her obvious alluring feminine beauty. Her heels had made up for the few inches she was short of, but the rest of the body figure was just perfect.

While waiting for her car to be repaired, she came and sat on the only bench the, the one on the opposite of the shop, she sat there next to him...

(To be Continued...)

(P.S. I so wanted those lights to be that of a spaceship and not another stupid car.)