Someone used to call me kadambini because i loved kadam flower. Never seen him, ever. He promised that one day, in the pouring rain he would stand in once of the green deserts, wait for me, kneel with a handful of cauliflower and say- "love"!
I look forward to that unseen rainbow, praying for rain. Then came the rain, the rain came to this town. But no more letters came to the man who wrote the letter to my name anonymously! My wait is not over yet. See how many hundreds of rain came and went in this city. But i din not find any of that man even today!
Even after so many years, when the rain comes, i am waiting for it. It seems that on a rainy day, the postman will come and knock on my door, his letter come again, or the man will stand in front of me with a bunch of kadam flowes shockd in the rain . Knock on the door and say- kadambini are you at home? I will talk about her even today. But he really does not come to wait for me!
Unseen rainforest, this year too the rainy days are coming to an end, the rainy season is coming to an end in this city.
Where are you, why don't you come?😢😢
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