@Insideme 18 August 2025 more from that month

The Rain Blessed Long Drive The day I waited for finally arrived. I was leaving my home—my shield, my comfort—to step into a new journey, a new career, and maybe a new version of myself. Sitting in the backseat, I was carrying a suitcase of emotions: hope, happiness, nervousness, hesitation, and yes—the silent presence of him in my heart. My mind was busy rehearsing—What should I say? How will I react? How do I begin? But suddenly, the lyrics of a song slipped through the car speakers. Just like in a movie, everything shifted—the careful plans vanished, and my imagination pulled me into a world of its own. There I was, not in the car anymore, but riding a bike. I was the one driving, and he was behind me, holding on tightly, as if he feared losing me even for a second. We didn’t speak—words were unnecessary. Instead, Arijit Singh’s romantic songs became our language. Every line of the music painted us into a new scene, and we giggled quietly at the beauty of it. Then, as if heaven itself heard me, the skies opened. Heavy rain poured, cold winds danced with my hair, and suddenly, we weren’t alone anymore. Birds sought shelter on electric wires, their chirps blending with the rain rhythm. Butterflies, stubborn yet playful, hovered around the roadside flowers, drenched but shimmering like jewels. Fireflies lit up from nowhere, sparkling like blessings from the night. I even imagined tiny rain spirits leaping from every droplet, giggling, spinning around our bike, celebrating our love story that existed only in my soul. In that moment, the universe was my companion. The rain, the wind, the creatures—everyone seemed to whisper, Yes, this dream is yours too. Those three hours of journey felt too short, too precious. When we reached the destination, my heart sighed—Already? I wanted more: another turn of the road, another song, another chance to hold him tighter. But my heart softly reminded me, Relax, the next dream will come. And maybe, it will be even more magical.