As he stormed his way through the heavy rains and violent winds,he finally found a shelter.
He thought that he reached his destination,the station.
Alas!Trains were delayed because of the heavy rains lashing.
He called for the chaiwalla.
As he took a sip of tea and light a cigarette,something struck him.
She was draped in a red Salwar kameez,her hair fell on her shoulders.
She was covered from tip to toe.
Still,there was something about her.
It distracted him and he was getting hyper.
He was being drawn to her.
Her face was covered with the red scarf.
Deep within,he felt that they have a strong bond with each other.
Yet,she was a stranger.She could be a new coy bride,somebody’s wife or an angel.
He felt a thunderbolt as the rains were shaking the electric pylon and the station’s roof.
The heavy rains blew her scarf.
As she gently pushed the fair falling on her face,she gently pushed them aside.
He was mesmerised with her beauty and he was falling apart.
He knew that she can’t belong to this world.
She was too perfect to be among the crowd.
She gave a gracious smile and bent down to pick up her scarf.
As he looked back, she disappeared.
Was she an angel,he wondered.
The rains miraculously stopped.
The trains to Bandra came as he alighted.
It was an angel.
Moments later, he bagged the job of his dreams.
He met his angel.