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Rima I stood in the corridor of my college, looking out at the trees through the raindrops. Even during those college days, my primary passion was writing. My friends walked past and suggested I join them for a short snack at the college canteen. I just couldn't leave the rain behind with a poem taking shape. The rain and the trees swaying in the wind prompted me to think about a poem. I advised my friends to carry on. Earlier today, we had finished the English literature class, and the topic was W.H. Hudson's 'Green Mansions', and the character 'Rima' impressed me a lot. I felt very sorry for her since she perished in a fire. But I changed the plot for me and made Abel rescue her from the fire. Since then, I have begun to see Rima in one of our classmates, and she has also been my inspiration due to her relaxed attitude. But she is entirely ignorant about my feelings towards her. The image for my poem was forming in my mind. I imagined her walking near the tree with an umbrella. As she reaches below the tree, she hears her name being called out. The drizzling of the rain continued, and she looked up. It was Rima who stepped down from the tree. "She then asks Rima, Do I know you?" Rima slowly turns her head towards me. The poem's stanza and words were taking shape in my head, and the rhyme was falling into place flawlessly, just like each drop of rain. Suddenly, I sensed a lovely fragrance behind me and heard her voice say, "Hey Krish, what's taking shape in your mind? Is it Rima ?" My heart skipped a beat! ©Krishnan #microtale #Rima #ShortStory #Relationship #writer

Rima I stood in the corridor of my college, looking out at the trees through the raindrops. Even during those college days, my primary passion was writing. My friends walked past and suggested I join them for a short snack at the college canteen. I just couldn't leave the rain behind with a poem taking shape. The rain and the trees swaying in the wind prompted me to think about a poem. I advised my friends to carry on. Earlier today, we had finished the English literature class, and the topic was W.H. Hudson's 'Green Mansions', and the character 'Rima' impressed me a lot. I felt very sorry for her since she perished in a fire. But I changed the plot for me and made Abel rescue her from the fire. Since then, I have begun to see Rima in one of our classmates, and she has also been my inspiration due to her relaxed attitude. But she is entirely ignorant about my feelings towards her. The image for my poem was forming in my mind. I imagined her walking near the tree with an umbrella. As she reaches below the tree, she hears her name being called out. The drizzling of the rain continued, and she looked up. It was Rima who stepped down from the tree. "She then asks Rima, Do I know you?" Rima slowly turns her head towards me. The poem's stanza and words were taking shape in my head, and the rhyme was falling into place flawlessly, just like each drop of rain. Suddenly, I sensed a lovely fragrance behind me and heard her voice say, "Hey Krish, what's taking shape in your mind? Is it Rima ?" My heart skipped a beat! ©Krishnan #microtale #Rima #ShortStory #Relationship #writer

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............ ©दास्तान-ए-जज़्बात #about my love ❤️