My incompleted love story

 it was a rainy season,i was walking alone on the street road with an umbrella,she came and asked me ,can i also come with you till the end of this street in your umbrella,i nodded my head and she came close to me,we started walking on street,since she was already drenched in the rain still to make her comfortable i kept a distance,she was wearing a red salwar with a black kashmiri dupata,she was keep on telling something which i didnt understand because i was looking at her eyes,it was so fresh and bright,rain drops were dripping from her eyebrows at that time,from the gestures and action i realized she was cursing the rain that too in a weird language...(after few days only i came to know that she was speaking in gujarthi)...we reached dead end of the street,she pointed at a corner and told something in that strange language,few children came to us with different colours of umbrella and started talking to her in that weird language,they were her
 neighbours i guess,'didi' was the only one word which i understood in their conversation.,she went with those children without telling me a bye :( i came back to my house,whole night i was thinking about her eyes and her fair face,i asked myself who is that angel,yes guys she was an angel who came to my life and played violin in my silent dreams.....from that day to till now i love rain,because that day's rain was actually not a rain ,it was a showering of blessings from heaven for me ...............next day i went to the same area to see her,but i couldnt see her :( but after one week.................................)