It was autumn. Slightly colder than usual. She was on her way to work and suddenly the rain started pouring down. She was a pluviophile. She loved the the rhythm of the falling rain and the fresh smell of mud when it rained. She loved the rain and the rain loved her back. She danced in the rain and reached her destination, completely drenched. People looked at her and gave her genial smiles.

And then there was him. He glanced at her with a concerned look. He was, perhaps, worried for her. Being just an acquaintance to her, he was confused, nay rather afraid, to offer her his jacket. He did it anyway. “Here, wear this or you will catch a cold”, he said. His heart was racing faster than a locomotive. He was ready for a “no, thank you”. Yet he kept his hand extended. To his relief and joy she took the jacket from his hand.

She had a strange indescribable feeling in her heart right after. It felt to her like she was playing the part of the female protagonist in her own movie. She was joyous, yet she was shy. She was also wondering why he did what he did. “Does he like me?”, she wondered. “Had he even been noticing me all this time?”, she asked herself. Through the hours that passed she kept trying to give him back his jacket. “It’s okay. I’m not cold”, he kept replying every time she went to him with the jacket. His simple yet thoughtful gesture made a place for him in her heart.

Love comes to us in many ways. Sometimes we see it coming from afar. At other times, it just pops right up from seemingly nowhere. Her love for him began with a kind gesture from his side. But it grew in to more than anything they could have imagined then.