Me kuchh der sochta rha or jab me kuchh bolne ki himmat nhi kr paya to mene usko apni taraf ghumaya or uske hotho pe apne hoth rakh diye or ek lambi l...plok kiss kr diya or mene kha bs ab thik h to suni boli bs itna hi karna tha or kuchh nhi to mene kaha krna to h lekin kha yha to sab log bethe h fir usne kha kal sab.log khet me chale jayege or me bimari ka bahana banakar ghar pr hi rahugi tum dopahar me aana ghar or gaav me v koi nhi rhega kyoki gaav me din me log jyadatar khet me chale jate h. I took up the responsibility. In the inter-school tournament (state level) we had progressed to the semis, but unfortunately, I was injured.The final was 3 days later, but doctor advised me 5 days rest. I didn’t have any other option other than defying my parents’ decision of bed rest. So, I played the game and fortunately we won (in penalties).During the celebration and photo session, I was away from the team, in my class and I didn’t tell anyone. Suddenly, my classmate Ankita, entered. She. It felt like a promise.Upbeat Irish folk played over a sound system, so Don had to raise his voice to be heard. "I'll get the drinks. What do you want?" A juice." What?" A juice. Tropical, or any other, really." You sure?" Don didn't try to hide his disappointment. "I was hoping for a drinking partner. So I'm not the only one who makes a tit of himself." You don't need alcohol for that, Don." Hey, you cheeky git."Jessie grinned. Then patted Don's chest. "I'm not a good drunk, Don. Quite a bad. The dark look friendly tonight, invitingly friendly.As she closed her eyes she heard it, off in the distant, romancing the sky, the sound of the rain to come. It echoed and rumbled, threatening in its voice, and yet welcoming within her mind. She wanted the rain, she wanted thunder, she wanted the storm, and she wanted it all.Counting the seconds that equated to miles, she counted down its approach. It was moving fast, as if it knew her desire, and wanted to please her. She wished for it, her.