Join Arjun on a heartwarming journey through the bustling streets of Bangalore as he finally gets to meet the girl next door. This vibrant story captures the nervous excitement of a first encounter, filled with unexpected turns, shared laughter, and the simple joy of new connections, proving that sometimes, even in a desert, rain can finally fall.
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The girl next door She was beautiful as usual.. I don’t remember seeing her face clearly…after dec 31 it was yesterday (dec 19th monday) i saw her close.. so close to me.. she was beautiful…after hesitating a lot she said she will come for a cup of tea..and yeah i was excited… finally rain in the desert .. lol.. The first meet.. I reached there earlier than expected..since I didn’t wanted to mess my hair and wrinkle my lenin pants , i had to book and auto..it was around 5:30 i got down and paid the fare … nervous obviously. Went inside the zudio… the landmark i told her.. casually roamed here and there inside.. even called one of my friend to pass the time… and here she comes.. in rapido bike taxi.. white top with leaves design.. and black palazzo pant ( how did i know the name of the pant… coming in the later part) she was wearing a mask the blue color surgical mask.. the hair was tied up (top knot or smthg.. idk) ..shawl tied around her neck like a scarf.. a white one.. no i guess its a slight cream color or yellowish one,…i could see her about to dial me through the glass window.. obviously y would i even give her a chance for that.. i went outside the shop.. no room for any awkwardness as two people who know each other meeting casually in a place where they are working .. away from their hometown… as i remembered that she wanted to buy some clothe, I suggested we can try from zudio., why was I smiling looking at the mirrors in each and every corner.. she leaded me to the girls section.. hard working individual didn’t want to spend too much on a single piece of cloth.. so per instruction we abandoned the mission and started straight to the food street.. bangalore and traffic is a deadly combo… further messed up if there are no flyovers.. typical stuffs.. had to show hand signal for the vehicles to stop so that we can cross the road.. obviously can’t show in my face that even am scared of this shit..somehow reached the other side and took the footpath…i came to know that she lives here alone in a rented house for the past 3 years… and she had her scooter transported to here via train for thousand rupees… cooking food one time a day is enough.. she said.. somedays it gets carry forwarded to the next day as well.. took a left turn and now the famous food street is in front of us…
