What was that? Fingers peeping out of a car window? When all around, everyone wore a frown and every car was honking as loud as possible, these fingers have decided to dance in the summer rain. Inspite of the water logging, inspite of the traffic which has not moved an inch in the last 15 minutes, inspite of the well.... anger in the air.
He peered to get a better look. Ordinary fingers, no rings, possibly no nail-polish or manicure but what an extraordinary ballet! Fingers peeping out from a half rolled up window.
It was in the way the finger danced with merry abandon amidst the chaos. Water dripping from the tips while the fingers themselves fluttered to a tune unheard before. Sluicing the monsoon wind. Catching the drops of heaven, recklessly wet.
He was sure that the lady with those fingers was perhaps the only face smiling there. The rain had come only for her. He could not see her face but it seemed that he knew all about her. She did not have to behave like those scenes in movies, where the hero falls in love while watching the heroine dance in the rain. She was not really waiting for a Prince Charming.
The sparkle in her eyes had the power to light up a gloomy mood, her touch could soothe a distressed soul. She had a habit of humming a tune, of smiling at strangers. Speaking with a lilt, scattering soft, round words. Throwing back her head for a good laugh.
She was a woman with many tints and hues. For whom, every season brought new joy and discovery. The world was there to make her happy each day. Morning brought her new promises and she gave back her best to the world around her.
Finally the traffic moved. As he accelerated, he was aware of his encounter with an extraordinary woman. A faceless, nameless woman. He took out his phone and after many months, called his sister.
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