The boy standing in the rain was named Arjun.
Arjun had always loved the rain.
When he was a child, he would run outside every time the clouds turned dark. While others hid inside their homes, he danced in the rain like it was a celebration.
People often said he was strange.
But Arjun didn't mind.
For him, rain wasn't just water falling from the sky.
It was a memory… a feeling… a quiet friend that understood him.
As the rain poured over Kolkata, Arjun closed his eyes and stretched out his hands.
Each drop of rain felt like a whisper.
Then he noticed someone watching him.
A girl under the bus stop roof.
She had long dark hair and curious eyes. She held a notebook close to her chest like it was something precious.
Arjun smiled.
Not a big smile—just a small, warm one.
The girl quickly looked away.
But something about her felt familiar.
Arjun stepped closer to the bus stop.
Water dripped from his hair and jacket.
"Do you always watch strangers in the rain?" he asked playfully.
The girl looked surprised.
"N-No," she said quickly.
Arjun laughed softly.
"Good," he said. "Because I only perform this show on special days."
For the first time that evening, Maya smiled.
And neither of them knew yet…
That this rainy moment was the beginning of a story that would change both of their lives.