The busy Devon Street (Chicago – Little India) did not perturb my thoughts about her. It was drizzling a little bit which made me to use the Umbrella. The time spent with her came into my mind. The kebab fragrance was filling my lungs while she was filling my heart.
I started assuming that she too was in my umbrella, may the impact of many movies seen. The Rhianna Umbrella song came from a long distance, but seemed a perfect match. The South Indian food aroma pulled me more into the restaurant and Friends called me to have my lunch.
Since I wanted to enjoy what I was enjoying, I gave a dumb excuse that I need to call someone. I do not know about others, but I felt many times that she occupies me irrespective of where I am and what I was doing.
Standing outside the restaurant in the rain and just thinking about her seemed more fulfilling than the Dosa, Sambhar, Vada and Idli which guys where having in the Chicago street.
I heard a girl’s voice… ‘Excuse me; the rain is gone for a long time. You are still in your umbrella!’
I smiled at her. How can she ever know that we both are in the Umbrella?