Two Lives
As Meera stood by the window of her apartment, watching people struggle their way home, the raindrops splattered on the glass loosing their form. The traffic on the road was in a chaos due to immense rains since morning. It was just 6:30 pm in the evening and the sky looked already too dark and fierce. Looking up in the sky she could make out the sky was full of thick dense clouds with no signs of rains coming to a halt. Just then the door bell rang and she rushed to open it. "It must be Shyaam" she thought and she was right. As Shyaam entered the door he remarked “Ah! this rain” taking the bag off his shoulders. “Oh common don’t be so cynical; rains bring life” added Meera taking his lunch box from his hands.” I wish everybody out there could think the same way” he replied back. As Shyaam went to take a bath, Meera got a cup of tea for him. He settled on a sofa and picking the remote up, started changing the channels in search of some sensible news. After switching back and