Thin sheets of rain

One rainy day, a slug left its garden for a walk in the wide, wide world... concomitantly a woman from across the street stepped out of her house for a walk that she would never forget.



Tired with age and her monotonous existence, Lata, a nonentity pushing her way into 60’s, occasionally pleased herself with a walk. She would sometimes seat herself on a bench and gawk at the passerbys. When she wasn’t doing that she would doze off.









She walked a length and reached her bench but seated on her bench was a man. He sat dangling his legs while staring intently at the rain collecting on a leaf. Feeling a little mad about the unexpected company she seated herself at the farthest corner of the bench. The man waking up from his reverie glanced at her and smiled. Lata returned it nervously.

While people slept in the comfort of their homes all over the town, two strangers talked on an icy rainy day.