…One pleasant August morning, he drove her to the fort. All the distance traveled just to show her a place she has been wanting to see, a place where he has gone only one too many times. Walking among royal remnants, they both had created their own tiny little universes, where they were immersed in their own thoughts. Nearing sunset, the day faded into the young night sky. They began their journey, homeward bound.
They were chasing the monsoon. She loved the rains, and she loved it even more if rained during such a road trip. She happily wished for raindrops trickling down the windowpane. The more practical among the two, he worried about how difficult the drive would become, if it rains. Barely a few meters away from her home, they were caught in the heaviest downpour of that month! It continued to pour as she hugged him and planted a kiss on his cheek, and it continued to pour while she stepped out of the vehicle and he started for his home. It almost seemed like the “fake rain” on a movie set. But the rain abruptly stopped—just as it had begun—as he approached home. Fate, it seems, had decided to step in and grant a little of each of their wishes. To give a perfect ending to a perfect day… for two friends in a fort.