Communication

She was dancing. I was lonely. The weather was enticing, so I went for a walk all alone. Solitude in small measures is fascinating.

...then I met him. It wasn't a usual meeting. He was walking ahead, "It'll rain again" he said as I was crossing him. "I guess you are right, but wouldn't it be better if this monsoon business ends once and for all?" I said.

We walked together. He was a gardener in the compound just across the road, had worked for two years in my college, lived in shela, knew my hostel, told me that I walk too fast for comfort and that he'd rather that I overtook him.

I did not know his language, he was equally clueless about mine!