The Reunion

In a small village nestled in the hills, the monsoon had always been a season of joy and renewal. Ramesh, a young man who had moved to the city years ago, decided to return home after a long time. As he stepped off the bus, the first drops of rain kissed his face, and memories of his childhood flooded back. The village, drenched in the monsoon’s embrace, looked more beautiful than ever. He walked through the familiar lanes, now muddy and slippery, but each step filled his heart with warmth.

Ramesh reached his old house, where his parents awaited him. The years of separation melted away as they hugged, the rain pouring down around them. That night, as they sat together, sharing stories by the dim light of a lantern, the sound of the rain on the roof was like a lullaby, promising new beginnings and the comfort of home.