Itâ€™s 8:30 in the morning and I can see rain through my window, but this time rain feels different, it smells different. My coffee is cold. The rain and cold coffee makes me think about my past, my good time with Charlie. I met him four years back on this same day. That day also it was raining and as usual i was late to work, i forgot my ID card at home. I was shivering in the cold and there were no taxies available and then in that horrible day there was a â€œsilver liningâ€, the moment i met Charlie.
|Alone by Nitika Narula|