anupamaa :
I stared at the sky in dismay.
Rain!
I had finally made my way to my dream land.
America, more precisely California.
The International Dance Academy had been pretty nice to me, since they had handed me a large apartment on rent here.
I wore, what they called, a hoodie. It was like a jacket without a zip. In absence of anyone to give me a lecture about what women should wear, I happily wore it.
I drew in a deep breath as I stood in the open parking lot with only a shade above my head. I couldn't afford to get wet, I had dance to choreograph for a big event. Also, I had two years six months old child at home. I couldn't carry cold and cough back.
I pulled the hoodie over my head, as the cold breeze blew.
I rested my back on a car, watching the rain when I heard a car door shut with a bang.
Someone had a bad mood.
I could hear the sharp footsteps that paused at a little distance.
The tall frame, a six feet, stood before me.
He sighed.
There was a street light before our apartment that flickered for some odd reason.
He slid his hand into his pocket and pulled out a packet, cigarette I presumed.
"It is.. a.. no smoking zone.", I said instantly in English. My English was still not fluent but I was learning.
The street light went off.
He turned, but I couldn't see his face, neither could he.
"Thanks. I didn't know there was anyone else.", He said putting back the packet.
His voice sounded oddly familiar.
"Do you have an umbrella?", He asked.
"If-if I did.. I would not be standing here.", I said in annoyance.
His voice reminded me of someone I definitely didn't want to.
It stung like an open wound rubbed with salt.
"Sorry. I understand.", He sighed. He pulled out his phone from his breast pocket. And the screen lit up.
I froze.
Toshu ke Papa..
A million thoughts flooded into my mind, the numerous speeches I had readied to give him over the months, the pain, the urge to ask him how he so easily moved on.
And yet, I couldn't say anything.
My throat seemed numb. My heart pacing wildly.
"I hate this rain!", He said in annoyance as he put back the phone,
"God only knows why people romanticise this."
"Why? You don't?", I asked.
The words just rolled out involuntarily.
He took a step and extended his hand. A drop or two fell on his fingers.
He drew in a sharp breath.
"I used to.. when I was a kid.. she loved it a lot.", He said softly, more to himself.
I felt a gush of emotions, but I couldn't let them take over.
"Who?"
"My wife.. ex wife..", he mumbled taking a step back.
He went on.
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Estranged | ✓
Romance"ever felt what living in a cage is?", he asked looking at the night sky above. "no..", i mumbled. he looked at me with bloodshot eyes and smiled. "funny how you don't realise you are in a cage." • Written as a fanfiction. Might be read as a standal...
