She loved the storm. She loved the calm after the storm. Brushing away the strand of hair covering her right eye, she thought to herself, "self discovery can be the tough". As she waited for her coffee to cool down, she kept staring at the screen of her phone. "Misha.....Misha....." Someone came running towards her, frantically calling her name and hugged her tight before she could barely recognize the face. Misha was not fond of hugs and struggled to free herself. She stood clueless while the woman in white rambled about how excited she was to meet Misha. Misha's mind drifted away as she fought to keep that smile on her face. She looked at her phone again only to find the red light beeping. She needed to charge her phone. "Selfie!". Before she could say no, she was staring at an awkward selfie of herself and the stranger. "It was nice to meet you. I need to rush". Misha left Rs 20 for the coffee on the table, lifted her bag and walked away. She couldn't care more for a person who she failed to recognize. Many people perceived her to be rude and aggressive. But, there was more to her.
She crossed the road and jumped into the first auto she could find. "Bhaiya, Ramoji Circle?" She looked at her phone to find the low battery warning yet again. "Beep! Beep!" Her phone finally ran out of charge. "Never again", she murmured softly wiping the tear that escaped her eye. "I hate rain". She pulled the blinds of the auto.
