IFL Bridge
The rain had been pouring down for more than half an hour already, and there was still no sign of slacking off. The sky was pitch dark now though Ratha's watch had just struck 6 30pm. It was almost impossible to stay sheltered from the windy rain under the old IFL bridge. The chill was running down his spine, and despite the fact that he hugged himself to keep warm, he had little success with it.
It took him some good minutes to realize that he was not the only one seeking shelter and comfort from this decades old bridge whose paints were peeling off, and which was probably ranked as the ugliest bridge of all. Ten meters away below the bridge stood a girl with arms around herself, and her backpack school bag slung over her shoulder. She was occasionally casting glances at her watch as if by doing so, she would be able to speed up the time.
IFL was now deserted. The faint yellow lights of the lamp posts cast their shadow eerily on certain spots of the compound. Ratha wanted to approach the girl to offer any help he could, but then on second thought, he decided not to. At this point, the girl seemed to sense she was being watched, and quite naturally, nerves engulfed her! Very quickly and deftly, she rummaged for her hand phone from her bag, and withdrew it effortlessly. However, while her numb fingers were pressing some numbers, the phone slipped through her grip and plunged into the flood below. Her jaw literally dropped, and she let some good seconds pass by before reaching down for the now-dead phone. But just as her hand was about to grasp the phone, another hand, bigger and more tanned, grabbed hold of the hold.
"Shoot!" She exclaimed out of shock.
"I am sorry I barge in uninvited!" Ratha apologized, with his pearly white teeth being the most visible part, wiped the phone dry with the dry part of his shirt, and handed the phone over to the girl.
"Thanks!" The girl's worried expression softened into the one that could warm your heart, especially during such a weather. There was something about Ratha that she knew she could trust, something warm and friendly, something magnetic about him.
...... (to be continued)
It took him some good minutes to realize that he was not the only one seeking shelter and comfort from this decades old bridge whose paints were peeling off, and which was probably ranked as the ugliest bridge of all. Ten meters away below the bridge stood a girl with arms around herself, and her backpack school bag slung over her shoulder. She was occasionally casting glances at her watch as if by doing so, she would be able to speed up the time.
IFL was now deserted. The faint yellow lights of the lamp posts cast their shadow eerily on certain spots of the compound. Ratha wanted to approach the girl to offer any help he could, but then on second thought, he decided not to. At this point, the girl seemed to sense she was being watched, and quite naturally, nerves engulfed her! Very quickly and deftly, she rummaged for her hand phone from her bag, and withdrew it effortlessly. However, while her numb fingers were pressing some numbers, the phone slipped through her grip and plunged into the flood below. Her jaw literally dropped, and she let some good seconds pass by before reaching down for the now-dead phone. But just as her hand was about to grasp the phone, another hand, bigger and more tanned, grabbed hold of the hold.
"Shoot!" She exclaimed out of shock.
"I am sorry I barge in uninvited!" Ratha apologized, with his pearly white teeth being the most visible part, wiped the phone dry with the dry part of his shirt, and handed the phone over to the girl.
"Thanks!" The girl's worried expression softened into the one that could warm your heart, especially during such a weather. There was something about Ratha that she knew she could trust, something warm and friendly, something magnetic about him.
...... (to be continued)
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