❝Our love douses us in flames. It's terrible and deep and wingless, but I'll burn here if you burn here too.❞
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Kabir and Meher
Two polar opposites; or that's what they think they are. They are both burnin...
"Bheegi bheegi raaton mein, badalte hain andaz, badalte hain jazzbaat"
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~ Kabir ~
Andaman And Nicobar Islands, India
We were stranded on a rainy night. And Meher was crying in my arms.
What an irony.
I kept patting her hair until her cries were muffled into sniffs until she finally stopped crying. She parted away from me and wiped her face with her sleeve. Her face had swollen from all the crying, making her look like a kid who just wanted a bar of chocolate to stay happy. So innocent, so pure and so—
Cute.
I would never say that aloud. She would think I have started liking her. I shuddered at the thought of it, I would never want to tread on those waters.
The rain didn't stop, and we just kept waiting under the bus stand's shed. Frustrated, I looked around for a shelter for us to stay the night as it didn't seem feasible to wait in this dingy bus stand for the entire night.
So I got up and put a hand over my head so that I could run around to look for shelter. But something tugged me from behind before I could leave the stand. I turned to see Meher holding the hem of my t-shirt, getting up. "I will also go wherever you are going," she informed, mirroring me, putting her hand over her head.
"No," I held her hand and got it off my t-shirt, making her sit down. "You'll catch a cold. Let me go and look for some shelter and I will come back with some help to get you."
But Meher was being adamant. "No!" She swatted my hand off her shoulder, "Take me with you, Kabir, who knows what kind of danger lurks around here," she looked around warily.
"No one is going to harass you in this weather if that's what you are thinking," she narrowed her eyes at me, confirming my doubt.
"Do you want me to admit aloud that I am scared, Kabir!" her scream got muffled in the sound of the downpour and I realised what she was feeling. Empty roads, pitch dark and no street lights. A person was bound to get scared in this kind of weather. It was better to have a company rather than having none at all.
"Okay okay, let's go," my hand slipped into hers and we walked straight, leaving our bikes behind. The sound of thunder hadn't died and I was worried about the lightning striking us. My calf muscles were throbbing with all the riding and now this walking pained me. I felt like a car had run over my legs a couple of times.
It felt as if we walked a couple of miles until I heard Meher calling me. "Kabir, there's light!" she chirped with excitement. As if I had found a newfound energy inside of me, I looked around, "Where?"
"There," she pointed her finger to the right and I followed her line of direction and indeed there was a light coming out— our only ray of hope. We ran in the direction of that light, trying to keep our eyes open while we were severely soaked in the rain.
