After four years of courtship just when I was expecting a marriage proposal his denial at the pretext of his parent’s disapproval hit me hard.
I wanted to cry my heart out but there is no place in this crowded city where one can sit peacefully without being noticed and cry.
Then it rained, first slowly then heavily as if to wash my agony away, to wash my tears away.
But to my surprise tears didn’t come.
I was enjoying the rain instead.
Life doesn’t end with someone’s rejection.
There is so much to enjoy.
I phoned him.
“Go to hell.”