Jack, a 24-year-old introverted and thoughtful young man, was pursuing his MCA degree at a
reputed college. His life revolved around his studies, poetry, and the quiet corners of the
campus library. Despite his reserved nature, Jack carried the heart of an artist—sensitive,
introspective, and yearning for a connection deeper than surface-level pleasantries.
Rainclouds loomed over the college campus one evening as Jack walked towards the library, a
book tucked under his arm. His pace quickened as raindrops began to splatter against the
pavement, but before he could reach shelter, the rain poured down in earnest. Spotting a small
gazebo nearby, Jack ran towards it, seeking refuge.
To his surprise, someone was already there. Synthiya, a bright and lively young woman with a
warm smile, stood under the gazebo's roof, shaking droplets of water off her sketchpad. She
looked up as Jack entered, her eyes sparkling with a mix of curiosity and amusement.
"Rain has a way of finding us when we're least prepared," she remarked, breaking the silence.
Jack, slightly taken aback by her straightforwardness, nodded. "Or maybe it's when we need a
reason to pause."
Intrigued by his response, Synthiya chuckled. "You're a philosopher?"
"No, just someone who likes to find meaning in the little things," Jack replied, offering a shy
smile.
As the rain continued to pour, their conversation shifted from casual observations to more
personal reflections. Jack learned that Synthiya had recently joined the college to pursue a
course in graphic design, and Synthiya discovered Jack's passion for poetry and sketching. The
connection between them was instantaneous yet subtle, as if the rain had washed away the
barriers that usually kept them in their own worlds.
That night, as Jack sat by his window watching the rain, he opened his notebook and wrote:
"बारिश की बुंदो मे एक अजीब सा सुकुन है, पर आज उनका शोर मेरे दिल की खामोशी से मिला।