Grandma's Love Tale

Love is in the droplets of rain, When they touch my skin, I think of you. The way these droplets kiss my sorrow away, I am reminded of you. You said you will never leave me, You did not bluff, every monsoon you visit me, making sure that I am missing you. 

These are lines that I wrote on a pleasant rainy morning. These are the lines from the love tale of my grandmother. 

One rainy morning, I woke up to the sounds of gentle thunder and a cool breeze. I went into the courtyard where Jhai, my grandma, was sipping her green tea, and watching the light rain falling on the ground. With one sip each, she would close her eyes, as if, reciprocating the breeze for her hugs. There was an innocent smile on her lips and twinkle in her eyes. 

Good morning Jhai! I said.

Good morning mere beti (My daughter) 

She replied with a warm smile on her face.

What are you doing here Jhai? I asked. 

I was talking to you and papa. She said.

How exactly? I questioned back with curiosity in my voice. 

He is in these rain droplets. I assume he comes to meet me along with rains.

Oh, Jhai! I sighed. 

You know one day when we were recently married. We went on a trip to Kasauli. It was very pleasant. It was raining lightly. I loved rains but your grandpapa had an aversion to my favorite season. 

I won't step out of this room in this weather. We will fall sick. Ram frowned. 

Please, ji. Let us go out. I begged him.

Oh, Sushma! but what will we do? He asked giving me an unsatisfactory look. 

 Cycling. I said with a huge smile on my face. 

Are you crazy? His mouth remained opened. 

Let me be crazy now and I'll let you get crazy at night. I winked.

What? I shouted.

Breaking Jhai's concentration. 

I was awkward, she wasn't.

Baba! It's okay, men are all same in all generations and don't interrupt. 

Jhai commanded me like a 14-year-old girl.

And we went cycling, side by side. Rains, cycle, chai, pakodas, and love. 

(Grandma sounded like the tales of first love)

On our way back home Ram said 'Whenever It will rain, we will go for cycling.'

And if you are away from me?

I asked.

I will always come to meet you whenever it will rain. 

She opened her eyes and a drop of tear fell from her eyes. 

You might be missing him today Jhai? I asked her. 

No! I was reliving that moment with him.

She smiled and got up from her chair.

Why are you going inside? I tried stopping her.

Oh dear! Look the rain has stopped.

It was the most beautiful love story I have ever heard.