His stomach ached with hunger pangs as it was already more than an hour past his regular lunch hour. He thought about dialling the Dominos pizza delivery and leaving it to their delivery boy to battle the rain, but, what about Rosy then?
Rosy was the shining light of his life for the last six months that he had spent in Delhi, nestled in a one room rented accommodation in Mukerji Nagar where he prepared for his IAS at a reputed institute. He met her on the third day of his arrival when searching for good quality food, he stumbled at this nice little eatery called ‘fresh food restaurant’.
She was there at the cash register, taking orders from the customers in front of her as well as from the incessantly ringing phone.
Incessantly ringing phone?
He just realized that his phone was actually ringing. It was the alarm for him to take his scheduled one hour nap. Weird as he was, he needed an alarm to make him sleep as he often lost count of time and the need for relaxation.
Coming back to Rosy, he saw her and her image got instantly embedded in his mind, heart, wherever. She was just not another girl. She was magic, the sunshine that you enjoy on a wintry freezing day, the cool breeze that you enjoy on a hot summer day, the lashing rain that you enjoy on the first day of the much awaited monsoon season and she was the much needed umbrella on such a rainy day when you need to go out for important tasks.
Coming back to rain and hunger, he realized that he had to make a move and now. What harm could seasonal rain do? Certainly not more harm than missing out on food and the once in a day interaction with Rosy. Over the course of last six months, he had found out almost everything that was known about her, but, the only thing he didn’t do was to tell her what he felt about her or for that matter even talk to her beyond the few words required to place the order. He had her cell number too and had added her on whatsapp, but, he never sent any message, never called, just admired and loved.
He put on his shoes, raincoat and rushed downstairs. He paused momentarily at the main gate, but, then resolutely waded the knee deep water to take the walk to his ‘date’ with Rosy. We must mention here that right on the street where he lived, there were at least half a dozen popular eateries, but, not Rosy’s.
10 minutes later he entered ‘Fresh Food restaurant’ and his eyes instantly looked towards the cash counter.
Crestfallen, he crawled up to the counter and ordered his food. Then he mustered the courage to ask the guy at the counter, ‘Hey why is Rosy not here today?’
‘Are you Rajan?’ came the reply.
He was stunned and after what seemed like an endless groping for an answer, he nodded in affirmative.
‘Rosy madam’s scooty was hit by a car this morning when she was coming here. She is in xyz hospital now.’ Came the reply.
‘What???No, it can’t be like that. What ward/bed number?’ he asked.
‘Bed number 420, Emergency ward’. The attendant replied.
He dashed out without collecting his food.
The hunger, the nap, the evening class, it was all forgotten. As he ran to the metro station, all he could think of was of Rosy’s face, her heartwarming smile, her intelligence, her hair, her fragrance and her touch (Yes, he had once brushed against her arm by chance while collecting a food packet).
He could hardly recall how he reached the hospital, but, he ran through the entry gate 1 and made a dash towards the Emergency ward.
There she was.
Standing right outside the building entrance, under a pink umbrella and she smelled/looked just as extraordinary as ever.
He stopped, smiled feebly and then hugged her tight.
‘Thank God, you are alright Rosy!’
‘Stop crying! I am sorry I had to do this my secret admirer. I had to know how much the foodwali meant to you beyond your favourite food’.
‘What do you mean?’ he asked sheepishly.
‘Do you think you will go around the town asking about me and I won’t get any clue for six months? I am not a dumb girl Mr. Rajan Pillai.’ She laughed.
He was dumbstruck. He didn’t know what was coming up and feared a severe reprimand from Rosy who according to all his sources was very severe with anybody daring to propose her.
‘Will you not speak up even now Rajan? I am still a traditional girl who doesn’t believe in saying I love you first.’ She blurted out and then blushed as she realized what she just said.
‘I love you Rosy! I love you a lot, but, its just that I was scared of upsetting you and losing out my…’
‘Losing out your food? Don’t worry, you get to eat the food and hopefully keep the girl too’ This time she hugged him.
As they walked together towards the parking where her scooty was, she remarked, 'They say Monsoon creates magic of Romance, well seems like it worked for us.’