Why doesn’t it rain on the SUN?

Part 1

“Life is all about finding answers to our questions..Whether it’s personal or financial or philosophical…..” I said to Sahithi. Our bus started moving.

“What happened to you? I mean all of a sudden you turned red”. Sahithi is my team lead. I am just two years younger than her.

“I lied to you….”, I think I should tell her, at least now, why we are going to Korukonda village in Andhra. The bus stopped, as few more passengers are getting in.

“Please don’t scare me Kiran. Tell me clearly”

I waited for the bus to start and then..

“I never thought an unanswered question can disturb a person so much. Is it because a girl asked me that question or is it because she…”

“Who is SHE?” SHE interrupted me before I could complete the most important reason, “Is she your previous….I am sorry…but what’s the lie you told me??” Tough, when your team lead is your girl friend.

I smiled,” We are not going to this place for my sister’s marriage”

“What the…”

“And let me continue. Six months back I came to this place. The ill health of my grandmother brought me urgently here. I was in GWM project, you know right?”

“Yeah, Selva’s team”

“Then……………

********************************FLASHBACK*****************************************

“Yeah Steve, I will send the reports now”, I hung the phone. A software engineer is defined as the person who goes to his grandmother’s home to see her and starts working after some time through his laptop standing on the corridor.

I didn’t even talk to the people here properly because of this production issue.

Then I heard this famous song “Muddugaare yashoda mungita muthyamu…” from the neighbor’s home. I don’t know the movie name. Not sure whether it’s telugu or Sanskrit song.

Suddenly a girl came into the garden terrace of the neighbor’s home. She is having the typical classical dancer look. Not sure whether it is her big eyes, or her long hair or her perfect face or her saree style. I think the last one is correct. Trust me…I am a software tester. By since glance we can trace the bug.

Her terrace is at the same level of my corridor. So immediately after coming out, she looked at me strangely. A guy working with a laptop is not very familiar in Korukonda.

Then in a classical style she saluted the earth (or to the god…not sure).Then she started dancing. I am excited. As this is the first time I saw a classical dancer performing “Don’t do this at home stuff “so near.

“Muddugare Yashoda Mungita Mutyamu Veeduuuuuuuuuuu”

“Hi Keeran….Are the reports ready??”

“Yes Steve I am downloading them”. One hand on my phone and other on the keyboard, my concentration completely went to my work. Two more hours in my life are wasted in work. Didn’t observe when the song stopped and when she left.

The next three days my working and her dancing time became the same. It’s just the coincidence the corridor and the terrace have brought. But I rarely observed her. Because you know….work…Steve….

One day as I entered the corridor a paper fell on my feet from nowhere. I mean no one is around. Not sure why this folded paper interested me so much. So I opened it quickly to find.

“Why doesn’t it rain on the sun???”

**************************************FLASHBACK ENDS***************************************

“Hmm…So you mean…that girl wrote it ….what happened the next day?” Sahithi asked.

“Nothing….I came back to Chennai. You know…urgent work,….etc” I watched her expression. She had this on her face every time I didn’t complete my work.

“So what does it have to do with our going there?”

“I want your help to find what she really means? And why she had sent that message to me?”

“Are you serious? You don’t know who wrote the note. Whether it is some note or a piece of junk. And in my busy schedule…I mean our busy schedule….we came here to find what that meant? Tell me Kiran are you really serious?”

“I didn’t finish my story yet. “She didn’t say a word.

“I went to the place again after one month…I mean 5 months ago.”

Then…………..

*****************End of Part 1****************

Part 2

“So you went to the place again just to find what that paper is about. Right?”

“Wrong. I really liked the place and thought of…”, she raised her eye brows,” really. I went because I liked the place.”

This time I took 3 days leave. I left my laptop and also my…believe me….cell phone. Why am I doing all these things?

a)    I am released from my project and I am on bench

b)    I want to spend some peaceful time in this village and…There is no one to disturb

The first day I gave a standing ovation to the Andhra pickles, village environment. I didn’t get time to enjoy this piece here when I came last month. I had spent most of my time with Steve and my laptop….and the….classical dancer…..I wonder whether she is dancing still at the same time..

So I waited for her the next day in my favourite place of the home…the corridor. I waited for fifteen more minutes. Then a small girl around ten years of age came outside.  She is very adorable in her classical outfit. She saw me and turned towards the other side in shy. Then the classical dancer came. The girl whom I saw last month…who is…who is…..so beautiful today. Since I dint have my laptop and cell phone, I couldn’t even act like doing something. I simply stared at her walk. I am not sure whether I can stare at a classical dancer like this. I mean I feel like I am doing some sin. Anyways why am I calling her classical dancer always? What’s her name?

“Is it Bharatanatyam?” I asked her. She widened her eyes with surprise to see me again. Then she tried to stop her smile and didn’t reply. In Telugu we call it “balupu”. I am really embarrassed that she didn’t reply. I slowly moved inside.

“I will answer your question when you answer mine” She said.

“Your question?” So she really wrote the question on the..

“Paper…you saw it right?” She came to the edge of her building and I came to mine. The little girl is watching us speechless.

“Why doesn’t it rain on the sun?”

“Yes. I threw it”

“I…you mean…you are really expecting an answer.” She gave an angry look and turned back in classical style and walked towards the middle of the room.

“It is not Bharatnatyam…it is kuchipudi”. I thought of saying something…but…….

“Nee abhinaya ushodayam….tilakinchina ravi nayanam…………….”

They started dancing.

I started thinking about the question. Why doesn’t it rain on the sun? What’s the inner meaning? I mean…sun and rain? Later that evening I went to an internet centre, opened the Google site and searching for this sentence. No relevant information. I thought of it myself but got the most stupid answers like no umbrellas on the sun…etc…, the whole night I couldn’t sleep properly. Why is the question disturbing me? Is it because a girl asked me? Why did she ask me anyways?

The early morning sun is very beautiful in villages. Especially because you can see the clear view of it coming from the hills. With my tooth brush in my mouth, I climbed the water tank to see this view. It’s amazing. Sometimes I feel god’s creation is more beautiful than god. Then she came. I mean the classical dancer. Oops!!I forgot to ask her name. She is on the veranda of her home. I observed her offering prayers to the sun god known as Suryanamaskarams. She is wearing a red saree and had her hair left loose.  She is holding water in her hands and leaving it occasionally while chanting slokas. She is like the goddess who came to bless a software engineer. But I saw something different after close observation.

Since its early morning the sun appears below her. So the water falling from her hands …appears to be falling on the sun…What a view it is. A beautiful girl wearing a red saree…and her long hair dancing with the wind….her eyes closed…her lips enchanting the slokas…and finally the water from her hands is exactly falling on the sun. A sudden silence. A thought came to me like a thunder. I jumped very fast from the water tank….came down stairs and ran to the corridor. I waited for five more minutes before she came to her terrace.

“Hello….I found the answer”, she is suddenly shocked by my voice. “You can make it rain even on the sun.” I said, that’s the answer I got from the early morning view.

“What?” she said.

“Why doesn’t it rain on the sun? I say you can make it rain even on the sun…” my voice shows my excitement.

For the first time she laughed loudly. She thought of saying something. But moved inside very fast.

Sahithi didn’t say anything. She is seriously looking at him.

“Beautiful girl….angel….”she murmured.

“Relax. Let me complete. I know that I didn’t get the answer. I simply told her what I felt after seeing her image before the sun. But what she meant still I am not sure”.

“SO why are we going again?”

“I thought of asking her what she really meant the next day. But she left to her relative’s home. The next day I had to leave.”

“So today you are going after that?”

“Yes…”

“Why? I mean why are you so serious about this? Any specific reason?”

“Yesterday I called grandmother. I somehow felt that she is very sad and asked her the reason. Then she said that the girl died”.

“You mean the….” She is speechless.

“Yes…the classical dancer. She died yesterday”. She remained silent for some time.

“She wanted to tell me something, which I didn’t understand. I never thought an unanswered question hurts so much”. The bus stopped and we reached korukonda.

**************End of Part-2**************

Part – 3

It is evening 5-30 when we reached the place. Sahithi is in complete silence. Yesterday grandmother said that the girl died in a road accident. She didn’t say any other details as I was already in complete shock. Listening to grandmother’s voice I said that I will come immediately to her home. She couldn’t say no.

We started walking to home from bus stand. How can she die so early? I really wonder whether god really exists. God is the writer of all our stories right? Then why did he kill her? I mean if I am the writer I will never kill her.

“What are you thinking?” I asked her to break the silence as we almost reached home. She just smiled in return and nodded her head.

We reached the home, but the doors are locked. Sahithi’s question mark face saw me.

“Wait, I will check”, I went to the backyard through which I can reach the other side of the home. No one is there except three mango trees and four banana. I can only hear the crackling of leaves under my feet. Hmm….so no one uses this way anymore. So I turned back. Then I found a white paper near the trunk of the tree.

“Kiran sir…..I got the key.” Sahithi shouted from outside. I know she is scared to come here alone.

I came outside, “Ranga gave this key. He said that grandmother is in neighbour’s home.” She is holding the key very high to show me. Ranga is working in the next door.

“You mean…to their home?” she wouldn’t have left unless it’s very important.

“Yes, few things need to be done after a person’s death and it requires guidance of older people”. But I think we need people around us at these kinds of times to give us strength. My grandmother knows the best how it feels if no one is there to console you. She has been living alone here from the past fifteen years. We used to make frequent visits.

But………..

We entered the home, but went upstairs and sat on the water tank. From there we can easily see what’s happening in our neighbour’s home.

“I guess that is the home”, she pointed to the home. There are few people inside and few moving all over the place.

“Yes I said.”

She held my hand in hers and said, “Don’t worry dear, we will find the reason behind this. I believe that there is always a very good reason for whatever happens. Even her question has some message.” I feel better now.

“Even her death had a very good reason?” I asked her.

“Om vishvam vishnur-vashatkaro bhuta-bhavya-bhavat-prabhuh Bhutakrud bhutabhrud bhavo bhutatma bhuta-bhavanah…………………………”

Everyone in that home started chanting the Vishnu sahasranamam. This is done to bring in the positive notes inside the home after a person’s death. This is followed mostly in Brahmin families.

“Do you know the meaning of that sentence?” she asked to change the topic.

“No….Do you know?”

“Vishnum Vishnur Vashatkara….means He is the Universe,,,He is the person who charges the world..he is the one for whom the versus are uttered in yagnas….”.

“Wow!! You know Sanskrit?”. She smiled.

“Why do you think she asked me that question? I really didn’t talk to her, didn’t do anything. Then why did she ask the question?” I came back to the same point.

We remained silent.

Svayambhuh sambhur-adityah pushkaraksho mahasvanah Anandi-nidhano dhata vidhata dhaturuttamah………..

“This means that one who exists by himself..and one who gives happiness to his devotees and one who has eyes as lotus….”

“Sahithi…why are you saying this to me?”

“Did you observe this Kiran? Every sentence in the Vishnu sahasranamam is explaining the qualities of the god. Every word is referring to Lord Vishnu. But the approach is different.”

“So what do you want to say?”

“Vishwam means everything or Universe. But in the first sentence of Vishnusahasranamam vishvam means Lord Vishnu is everything. You got the difference?”

“Ok…so the bottom line is??”

“She asked you the question why doesn’t it rain on the sun? There are two objects in this sentence Sun and Rain. If you know what she really means by sun…and what she really means by rain…we can find our answer.”

“Didn’t get you.” I am lost somewhere in the sentence

“Ok. Simple. She asked you the question. We need to find whether you are sun or rain in the sentence.”

“Oh, I got it now…You know I found this paper in the backyard”, I showed it to her.

She read it louder “Thanks…I got my answer”". Sahithi looked at me in shock.

Maheshvaso mahibharta shrinivasah satam gatih Aniruddhah suranando govindo govidam patih

**************End of Part-3*************

Part – 4

She read it louder “Thanks…I got my answer”". Sahithi looked at me in shock.

“You didn’t answer her right?”

“No. I just replied her saying that she can make it rain even on the sun….You know after I saw her early morning.  But …” Someone is coming upstairs.

“You answered her question without your knowledge.” She concluded

“But I really don’t understand…”

“Kiran…what are you doing there? Come down.” Finally grandmother came home. We saw down from the water tank.

“Yes coming mamma…you stay there…Don’t come upstairs.” I quickly jumped from the water tank and helped Sahithi to get down. We rushed down stairs.

“You didn’t even lock the doors……” she started.

“We were guarding the home…you know….from the top mamma…”, she didn’t listen to me as her eyes fell on Sahithi.

“Who is this?” My grandmother still doesn’t need specs to recognize people.

“This is Sahithi; she is my….my teammate. I mean she works with me….” For some reason I don’t want to say that she is my PL. Sahithi tried to touch my grandmother’s feet for taking blessings. “And she came here to…”

“Be careful. Don’t touch me. I came from that home…So I need to have my bath first” She jumped back.

I gave Sahithi a funny look and she frowned at me.

“You didn’t tell me that you are coming with a girl. If I know that earlier I wouldn’t have left you alone.” Grandmother laughed.

“Hey…you suspect us….She explained me the meaning of Vishnusahasranamam till now. “

“Oh…really…Even I will learn……………..” We talked a lot that night and had loads of food. We are so tired that we had a great sleep after that. Sahithi slept beside grandmother. This is just for your information.

The next morning we woke up very late. Officially it’s the first morning of Sahithi in a village. She was born and brought up in metros.

“Mamma….what’s the name of the girl”. I finally asked grandmother.

“Her name is Varsha.” She remained silent for sometime when Sahithi widened her eyes and saw Me., “I know her since she is a small girl. She is the girl who stayed with me when your grandfather died. Then she was just thirteen years old. But the support she gave me is immense”. I didn’t know that this girl …I mean….Varsha had so much relation with my grandmother. “I never thought that I would go to her funeral.” Tears rolled down her cheeks. We tried to stop her.

To change grandmother’s mood, we planned to go to the Narasimha swami temple on the Korukonda hill. We can’t stop grandmother from coming there even in this age.

She packed some food to eat in the middle and then we started immediately.

Grandmother started talking,” She is your team member right?” We slowly started climbing the stairs on to the hill.

“Yes…” I said, wondering what her next question would be.

“Who works under whom?”

“She works under me” I immediately replied. I turned to Sahithi and whispered, “Hope this doesn’t affect my appraisal”. She started laughing when grandmother said, “I won’t understand your computer jokes. Don’t tell them before me.” We all laughed at once.

Grandmother stopped at a place to talk to a very old woman.

Then Sahithi came to me and whispered, “I was thinking from the morning….”

“Thinking what?”

“Her name is Varsha…the rain. So she is referring herself as rain in the question why doesn’t it rain on the sun?” That could be a possibility.

Then grandmother came,” Don’t worry we are about to reach”. We stopped talking and started moving again.

“I am going good….Sahithi is little tired.”

“No I am not”, she giggled.

“You are having a very good name Sahithi…..It means art. Right?”, grandmother said.

“What about mine?” I said making in a child’s voice.

“Your name is always very good. Kiran means Sun’s rays.” As soon as she completed…

“Kiran means Sun…” Sahithi and I repeated again.

“Kiran means sun…..So you are the sun in the sentence…” Sahithi completed.

“What are you talking about?” My grandmother looked really confused.

“No…She is just making fun of my name”. So I am the Sun and the classical dancer is the rain…Why doesn’t it rain on the sun means……

Suddenly I saw a familiar face moving downwards.  I waited for some time and quickly moved down.

“Hey wait….” I called the girl. Sahithi followed me.

I stopped her and asked “You are the girl…..who learnt dance from Varsha right?”  Sahithi and I sat on our knees.

“Yes…Who are you?”

“I am her friend.”

“Ok. She died 3 days ago”. She said in a low voice.

“I Know…in a car accident right?” I don’t know why I asked her this question.

“Yes….She is going to the concert “The rain of Art”. This was planned to happen in Rajahmundry before a large crowd.  But didn’t happen…”

“What is the name of her performance?” I asked her.

“The Rain of Art, She composed it.  She framed the entire idea and concept. But finally she didn’t perform” She turned back and went slowly down.

“The Rain of Art…” I repeated.

“Come fast…..why you left me here…..” my grandmother repeated.

We went to the temple and offered our prayers to the god. But Sahithi was thinking something very deep. ….So am I.

Later that night when grandmother slept, I woke up Sahithi and went to the corridor or the first time.

“This is the place where she danced. See the two places are so close. “

“Hmm….easy to throw a paper.” She continued, “Where did you find the other paper?”

“There,” I pointed the backyard. “She must have missed it”

“I think I got some idea what she meant by the question, by the clues what we have got.”

“Even I got …..Ok you go first……..”

“You are Kiran…the sun and she is Varsha the rain. She asked why it doesn’t rain on the sun. That means why couldn’t Varsha impress you…the sun?”

“Impress me…..”

“I think…she likes you…and was asking you why she can’t impress you?” She said and stopped without giving her expression.

“She doesn’t know my name……”

“Your grandmother must have told her. She said that Varsha is close to her. So that she might want to get married to you and so that she can be with grandma…”

“That’s the most stupid thing, I ever heard….She doesn’t know me…I only words she spoke with me were….Kuchipudi…..you didn’t answer my question…She doesn’t know me and she is not that kind of girl….” she raised her eye brows, so I said “at least I believe, I thought you will give me a more valuable answer…but….you….”

“I am sorry….I am really sorry…I know I am not correct….but I was just into your names meaning sun and rain and the sentence.” she pleaded like a baby.

“That’s ok. We get carried away sometimes. I hope that’s not true.” I continued, “Did you remember the name of her concert?”

“The Art of rain….”

“No….The Rain of Art… I believe a person’s ideas and thoughts will be revolving in a single direction whatever may be the case…”

“In the sense….”

“She composed the concept and dance for The Rain of Art. Here she compared Art with rain.” I paused for her to say something. She remained silent. SO I continued, “You know I was so busy when I first came here. I was holding my laptop and didn’t even look at her dance”

I continued, “Why doesn’t it rain on the sun means …..Why can’t the rain of her art fall on me….or better say it as ….why can’t the rain of art….cool the person stuck in hot technology ….since you know…I am working without even observing her? I know what I said is way too imaginary. But I can’t think of….”

“But why did she say that you answered her question?”

“The next day I asked her the type of dance she did….I mean Bharatanatyam or Kuchipudi….And also gave a little more attention to her dance…..So she must have thought that her art influenced the technology….She can make it rain even on the sun….I know my thoughts are too far from…”

“I think what you said might be true. But still I wonder whether she is expecting you to find this very complex logic by yourself? I mean…..No other clue….”

We remained silent and slowly moved inside.

The next day grandmother asked, “Kiran, there is something you wrote to me right on paper?”

“I wrote??”

“The address…in which you will send letters… in your computer….That you wrote to me on my paper”

“Oh the email address?”

“Yes…Last month Varsha asked me about your address. I gave it to her. Not sure whether she has sent you a letter or not.”

“She asked mine?”

I quickly opened my laptop to check my mail. It has been quite a long since I opened my yahoo mail. I searching for over hundred mails to find a mail coming from varsha_mudumba@yahoo.co.in

The title of the mail is……………….

“I am not the sun……..I am not even the rain…….”

I opened the mail………………..

********************End-of part-4******************

Part – 5

I quickly opened the mail. It is dated October 6th…

Hello Kiran,

So where shall I start? I know this a strange way to start a mail. You don’t have any idea how many times I used the Backspace in this keyboard. I am Varsha. Didn’t recognize me? I am the girl staying beside your grandmother’s home. Yes…the classical dancer. I know a mail from me is a very shocking one to you.  I know that this may give a bad impression on me. But you must know the truth that I never mailed an unknown guy before.

You must be wondering why this girl is behind me? If you are really thinking that way…please note that you are wrong. I am not behind anyone.

Sorry for being so rude. I can use the Backspace again, but don’t want to. I am little disappointed since you left the place yesterday without telling me. I mean there is no need for you to tell me before going, but I wanted to talk to you something very important before you left.

Ok I will start……

Why doesn’t it rain on the sun??

Do you know why I asked you the question?

You must have read in your third or fourth class how rains are created. Sun is the one responsible for the creation of rains. I mean …no sun….no rains…. But why doesn’t it rain on the sun? I am asking you why doesn’t it rain on the sun.

You want to know the answer for that? First answer my questions. Do you know how it feels to be alone for more than fifteen years? Ask a sixty six year old woman who also has a heart disease. Yes…I am talking about your grandmother. I was there when your grandfather died and I was there with her always till now. You don’t have any idea how much she suffered. I know…Yes Kiran…I Know.

She is the one responsible for you…for your parents…but rarely came to this place…you rarely were there for her when she needed you the most. She is the sun…Yes…she is the sun. You and your parents are the rain drops that she created. Even though she created the rain…it never rained on her. That’s the reason why I am asking you why doesn’t it rain on the sun. I don’t want to hurt you or your parents. But I like your grandmother very much. So I just wanted to convey you this message. I can tell this directly to you but I don’t think it will have much impact on you. That’s why I asked you this question. I know how much an unanswered question can disturb.

The day after I asked you the question, I talked to your grandmother. She was very happy .because you promised to visit her more frequently. I felt very happy. The next day you came to me and said that I can make it rain even on the sun. So I thought you got my question correctly. Hence I replied you saying that “I got my answer.”  I am not sure why you answered my question that way. But somehow I felt that you answered my question. The next day you left for your place.

Anyways I don’t know when you will be coming again, so I thought of mailing you what I really wanted to convey you. Grandmother gave me your mail id. Please forgive me if I said anything wrong.

But I know you are a very good guy. So shall we be friends from this moment? I will be waiting for you to come here….

Take care,

Varsha.

I closed the mail and my eyes. She became my friend after her death. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I completed the last sentence. She will be waiting for me?  I am here….but she is no more in this world. I don’t know what to say. How can a person be so good? Sahithi and I thought that she should be either sun or rain. But she is neither the sun nor the rain. Sun is my grandmother and rain means her family.

I don’t know why this crazy thought came to me. I quickly pressed “Reply” button and typed.

“Hi Varsha,

I hope this mail somehow reaches you. You asked me why it doesn’t rain on the sun. I will answer you now.

You don’t have idea how many times the poor rain tried to reach the sun. But every time it goes near it…it evaporates. But it is still trying….yes it is still trying. One day it will definitely rain on the sun.

You don’t have idea how many times we asked grandmother to live with us. We tried to visit her as often as possible, but our busy corporate life didn’t allow us to do it.

But I am really happy that you are very concerned about her. She likes you very much. Shall I tell you something? Even I like you very much…Yes we will be friends from this moment.

Bye………………Kiran”

I closed the mail. I didn’t talk to Sahithi or my grandmother.  I didn’t even eat anything. I stayed in the corridor and stared at the place where she danced. …A girl…who became my friend after her death…..

Later that night I opened my mail box to read it again. I am ….I am really shocked….How is this possible? Is she……………………………………….

I got reply from Varsha_mudumba@yahoo.co.in

*********************End of Part-5*******************

The Last Part

My hands are shivering as I opened the mail. It read

“Thanks Kiran for the reply…..”

What the…..I mean…who the hell sent the mail…..” I am unable to stand.

“Calm down Kiran….What happened.” Sahithi ran to the kitchen and brought some water. “First drink this”. She helped me sit. But how did I get a mail from this girl.

She gave me few sleeping pills, “You need a good sleep, take these.”

“No…I am fine. I don’t need these. No….how can I receive the mail?”

“From 2 days you are doing nothing but a hell lot of thinking……” she raised her voice, “Just relax….please give some rest to your mind. Meanwhile I will try to contact her family.”

Having no other choice I took few sleeping pills. I really need some rest. There must be some option to find the place from where the mail had come. Some person is having her password…..I guess….or………….

I don’t remember when I fell asleep. I woke up in the evening. Five hours of deep sleep….Then suddenly I thought of the mail again came to my mind.

“Here have this. You didn’t eat anything today.” She brought chapattis and curry. I started eating.

“So did you find anything?” Can’t help …my curiosity.

“I went to Varsha’s home to find whether anyone else will use her email id.” I nodded, “the answer is no”

“Oh so you didn’t….”

“Then I mailed to her from my mail id. After some time I received the same mail….I mean…Thanks Kiran for the reply….” I stopped eating as she stood up and started walking across the room.

“So you mean the mail is….”

“I tried to login from her id with few random passwords…..finally I succeeded.”

“What’s the password?”

“There are no sent items in her mail box. “

“How did you get her password so easily? What’s her password??”

“Let me complete Kiran,” She is very much disturbed. “She has automated the mail”.

“Automated…?”

“Any mail sent to that mail box will receive this mail….”

“You mean the same mail….”Thanks for the mail…Kiran…” I am confused. Why would she do that?

“Yes…that’s what even I received. Right?”

“I was really scared about the mail. Why would she do this? Whoever sends the mail will receive the same mail…with my name…”

“Don’t you understand this Kiran…..She created the mail especially for you.” She couldn’t look at me while she completed the last words.

“Are you really sure?”

“Yes I am…that’s the fact. Now don’t think about it anymore. We are starting to our place today night…So start packing.”

“Ok sure.”  I wonder why Sahithi is losing her temper. She appears so disturbed and different.

Thank god I feel a bit relaxed now. But still there is something strange about this girl…Varsha. Why did she do all these things to me…I know it’s for grandmother….but….She created a mail id especially for me…I don’t know the reason why I still feel I didn’t understand her completely…

We packed our stuff, said goodbye to grandmother and started. I will be definitely visiting grandmother more frequently.

Sahithi sat beside the window of the bus as usual. I need to thank this girl for all her help. Without her help…..

“Do you know the password of her mail id?”

“Yeah…I almost forgot. How did you guess another person’s password?”

“I tried all the things I know about the girl.”

“Ok…Is it Kutchipudi?”

“No…..”

“Or rain…or sun….”

“It must be minimum 5 characters ….,”

“So what is it??”

She looked outside through the window and said…..

“Kiran…..”   The bus started.

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