That night it rained
“Lets go for a walk”, said Rahul.
“Yippee. Lets go”, said Swetha, almost jumping out of her seat.
It was yet another boring day in the Mysore training institute. Dusk
was breaking in. Swetha had already taken two breaks since lunch.
Nevertheless, she had been anticipating Rahul’s invitation for another
Rahul and Swetha had known each other for the last couple of months.
They had been together since the training days. People knew them as
the best of friends. Rahul, the regular T-D-H type, who spoke with a
heavy Bengali accent, was a popular flirt in the DC. On the other
hand, Swetha was a chubby sweet little girl, who was always on the
lookout for sorrow souls. They enjoyed being in each other’s company.
Swetha would disclose all his crushes to Rahul, and Rahul would always
be seen taking classes from Swetha, on how to impress a girl in 24
hours. Rahul had helped Swetha to forget her 7-year-old single lane
relationship and Swetha would see to it that Rahul would never be
lonely. Most of the time, they were together. People admired, some
even sneered with jealousy, the relation that these two shared.
The walk today was unusually long.
“This is gonna be one of our last walks”, muttered Rahul in a low
“I know”, replied Swetha in a soft, almost inaudible voice.
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