Rain is me <3 - Dreamer _ (free ereaders .TXT) 📗

& don’t worry; we’ll definitely meet you on your wedding day!’

‘Yeah! :* Take care, sweetie…’

‘:* Jeez! Bubye & take care, darling. And don’t forget to invite me in your wedding!’

‘Sure’

‘’

I turned my laptop off.

My Simple Simon, Fadila, was going to be married; that was a truly unbelievable thing. It feels really awkward when you imagine your best friend as a wife or a mother.

I never thought that I can live without Zoufishan for such a long time; for almost four years. I don’t why, but I always feel that I’ll get Zoufishan back in my life, someday. I badly miss her smile & her loyal eyes.

I closed my eyes & went to sleep.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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The next day, I woke up with a bright patch of sunshine on my face. It was 7:30 AM.

I yawned & saw Feruza making something out of paper.

“What are you doing? Don’t you want to go school today?” I rubbed my head & got out of bed.

“Just a second!” She yelled.

“What are you doing, anyways?” I uttered & went to her.

She was making a greeting card.

“I forgot to buy a gift for Ayesha. Today’s her birthday!” She replied, hastily.

Ayesha was Feruza’s best friend. She was a really sweet girl.

I nodded & went to washroom. After I was done, I got dressed for school. I wore a graceful silk sari & a pair of golden earrings. I dressed my red hair in an elegant ponytail. “C’mon, Feruza! You’ll be late!” I shrilled. “Yeah!” She said, giving an eloquent smile at Ayesha’s greeting card.

Then, she got up & dressed for school.

I took the petite greeting card in my hands & examined it for a while.

It was made on a shinny piece of sheet & was beautifully adorned with birthday wishes.

Feruza was always good at crafts.

Uncle & auntie had already left for their house.

When Feruza was ready, I took out my scooter & dropped her to her school.

Then, I speeded up & reached at my school. My first class was in 2nd standard.

I rushed to my class with the English book & my good old red pen.

As soon as I entered inside the classroom, Suhas, a little student, ran towards me. His eyes were dark & completely filled with tears.

“What happened, dear?” I questioned, hugging him.

He immediately threw his arms around my back & burst into tears.

“He’s hurt, miss.” Someone shouted.

I found Suhas’s toes were chafed a little.

“Oh! That’s nothing! You’ll be alright, dear!” I said, wiping his tears with an end of my sari.

I offered him a candy & he seemed pretty much happy to have it. I called one of the Ayahs of the school & asked her to wash & apply some lotion to Suhas’s wound.

“Thanks miss.” He said, tenderly. His wound was not bleeding anymore. I smiled.

I took out a new chapter of the English book. It was a little essay named- ‘My Best Friend!’

“Roohi read the chapter!” I said.

Roohi was a really brilliant student of my class. She always scored good marks.

She stood up & began reading, “Do you have a true best friend? I surely do have. Pooja is truly my best friend. She is always there for me. She knows everything about me; even my secrets. I can’t keep anything from her! She is the person who helps when I’m down, turns my frown upside-down & makes me feel better about myself.

I love her more than anything & I can die for her.

Pooja & I are always together; no matter where we are! We go to places like malls & movies to mountains & lakes!

She helps me through my toughest times, & is always there for my best times. It’s hard to find a friend like that. Without her I would not be as happy as I am now.

She’s the kind of person that I could never lie to. Even if I did try to lie to her, she knows me so well; she could tell I was lying.

She also knows all my expressions & how I sound when I’m hyper, frustrated, depressed, annoyed, or happy. She’s a friend that I love the most…”

I was overwhelmed. The little essay exactly sounded like my friendship with Zoof.

“Very good, Roohi!” I clapped.

“So, this was a really good & emotional essay about a best friend. With a best friend, we can share anything. So, you should always try to make a good friend who can help & support you, anytime you need him.” I explained.

The bell rang after a second.

“Thank you kids & read the lesson again at your house!”

Everyone nodded, smiling.

I walked to my next class in 5th standard.

On the way, I stopped at our school playground.

A summer wind whispered through the branches of the huge banyan tree in the ground. There were red leaves on the grass & the wind picked them up & blew them about, so that they looked like colorful butterflies. This reminded me that today was the last school day & summer holidays were going to start from tomorrow.

I quickly rushed to my classroom.

“Good morning everyone!” I greeted & sat on my bench.

Fifth standard was the most disciplined class I ever had in my life.

I asked for an English book from one of the students & took out a fresh question of a chapter.

“Which is your favorite season? Write a short paragraph on it.” I read the question.

“Miss, can we do it by ourselves?” Natasha asked. She was a pretty intelligent kid.

“Sure. Take out a blank page from your copies & start writing the paragraph on it. And do submit it to me!” I said.

Some were happy by this statement & some lazy students frowned.

“C’mon! Let’s see who writes the best essay!” I said, strolling in the classroom.

After a few minutes, students gathered around me with their copies.

There were cute essays on different seasons in front of me. I gave a ‘Very Good!’ remark on almost each essay.

And then the perfect essay written by Natasha came in front of my eyes. It was just beautiful.

“I quickened my pace as the clouds began to gather in the sky. The wonderful cocktail-blue shade of the sky was beginning to darken into gravel-gray.

I got the first splatter of rain when I was halfway across the meadow. I took shelter under an old oak & droplets of moisture began to drip from the leaves. They were sprinkling onto the grass like a gardener’s hose.

Then the rainfall became even more intense. A wall of rain moved over the oak & the drops were drumming against the canopy. The sound of the rain blurred into a long, whirring noise.

Eventually, the noise lessened & the drops faded into a musical chime. The Sun came out again, casting slanted beams of light across the meadow.

The scene was so vivid that it stayed with me all the way home.” I read out & clapped my hands, “Superb! Natasha, you did really well today!”

She smiled.

“Do you like rains?” I muttered.

“Yeah, miss. I’m a great pluviophile!” She answered.

I gazed at her happily. Her pretty essay completely depicted that she too was a pluviophile, like me.

“Excellent! Keep it up!” I said & hung her essay on the bulletin board. The bell rang after a few minutes.

It was the lunch break. I took my bag went to the staffroom.

I took out my Tiffin-box & sat next to Monica.

Monica & I were employed at the same time in the school. She was a truly nice lady & of course, a good teacher too.

“How was your day?” She questioned.

“Cool!” I exclaimed & opened the Tiffin.

Mommy had given me four huge scrambled egg sandwiches.

I began eating. But just then I remembered that Monica was a pure veggie & she wouldn’t feel comfortable with this.

“Ugh! Sorry!” I said, shifting to a corner.

“Oh! That’s nothing! You can eat it comfortably!” She replied with a smile.

I smiled too & again sat next to her.

“So, what’s your plan for these summer vacations?” She asked.

“I just want to relax. I wish for a nice, long family outing! What about you?” I giggled.

“I just don’t know! Anyways, I wish same as you!” She replied.

I nodded.

The bell rang after a few minutes.

From my childhood till now, I always wonder why they keep the lunch break so… small!

The scrambled egg sandwiches were just divine! I hastily finished my Tiffin & went to my next class.

The next two classes went perfectly & I went to pick Feruza after the school was over.

“How was your day, babe?” I asked Feruza, while driving to home.

“It was awesome! Ayesha & I had so much fun!” She laughed.

“Wow!” I exclaimed.

After reaching home, I changed my sari to a comfortable, pink T-shirt & black pajamas.

“Hila, there’s a pretty good news for you!” Daddy muttered.

“Really, what is it?” I got excited.

“We’ve planned a holiday trip to Meghalaya! Your uncle & auntie will be coming with us too!” Mom pounced on my shoulder.

“What?” I shrieked.

“Yes. We’ve chosen Meghalaya because your daddy has never been there & it’s a kind of rainy place… And we know that you love rains, don’t you?” Mom giggled.

“Of course, I do love rains & I love that place all the more!” I exclaimed with happiness.

“Yon! It will be great!” Feruza shouted, washing her face.

I couldn’t believe it; it was like replenishing all those memories of Meghalaya, & especially that meadow.

“We’re gonna leave tomorrow!” Dad uttered.
“Wow!” I whispered & rushed upstairs.

I took out my suitcase from a dusty corner of the room. This was because I had not gone anywhere since a long time.

“Finally!” I blurted out & began packing my clothes.

“Hey, pack my things too!” Feruza scoffed, entering the room.

“You know that I won’t…!” I said.

“Please!” She muttered innocently & snuggled herself on the bed.

“Okay…” I replied after a few seconds.

I love Feeru so much when she says ‘please’ for anything. She says it very rarely & I couldn’t resist helping her whenever she says so.

She smiled sweetly & went to sleep.

I felt enormously excited.

I hastily packed all the things: the clothes, my toothbrush & toothpaste, some accessories & cosmetics, a notebook & my camera. Still, the packing took almost five hours of my day.

I glanced at the clock. It was 7:45 PM.

“Feruza! Wake up!” I shouted, shaking her motionless, sleepy body.

“What?” She moaned.

“Dinner!” I whispered.

“I’m coming!” She uttered.

I nodded & went downstairs for a tasty dinner.

 

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“Hila, Feeru, are you both done with your things? Mom shouted.

“We’re!” Feruza replied.

We ran downstairs. Uncle, auntie, mom & daddy were waiting for us.

I kissed Imtiyaz.

“Where’s Faizal,” I asked, “And Noori?”

“Faizal didn’t come with us.” Auntie said gloomily, “And we’ve left Noori at our neighbor’s house as she gets sick during long journeys.”

I nodded.

I could assume that auntie & uncle were a little sad, most probably because of Faizal.

We left for the Railway Station.

I like train journeys; you get to experience so many things during a typical train journey. And going somewhere through train is so… much fun if you’re with your family.

Our journey to Meghalaya from train included a lot of family chatters (Those freaky & untold chats about all the relatives), eating oily but delicious train snacks, reading tempting short stories, playing card games, sleeping, listening old songs & watching the activities of random passengers.

I noticed almost everyone: the two young men playing cards, a woman holding a baby, a Sikh man sleeping & snoring on the upper bunk & an elderly man chewing the last of his pan & then spitting the red juice out of the window.

The weather was balmily hot & due to it we had to purchase many water bottles during the journey.

I was really excited to have a look of that lovely meadow, which was our favorite place, four years ago.

And there, we finally reached Shillong.

MEGHALAYA! I sighed.

We took an auto-rickshaw to the Mawlynnong Village, which was only at a two-hour drive from Shillong.

“Hila, have you ever been here?” Auntie asked, adjusting her bag in the rickshaw.

“Yeah.” I smiled.

There were no more questions for the rest of the journey.

I was really happy.

Finally, after a few breathtaking hours, we reached at our destination.

I collected