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Part -II
The Storm That Drenched Them Both
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Rudra didn’t remember running to the door. He didn’t remember unlocking it. He only remembered the sight that stole the breath from his lungs.
Meera.
Standing in the rain, soaked to the bone, her saree clinging to her body. Her eyes—God, her eyes—held every heartbreak, every lost moment, every unsaid word between them.
For a second, neither of them moved.
Then, before he could stop himself, he stepped forward and pulled her into his arms.
Meera shattered. A sob escaped her lips, muffled against his chest. Her fingers clenched the fabric of his shirt, as if afraid he would vanish.
“I—I shouldn’t have come,” she choked.
His grip tightened. “Then why did you?”
Her body trembled against him. “Because I had to see if you still felt it too.”
He pulled back slightly, cupping her face, raindrops trailing down her skin like forgotten poetry. “And what if I do?” His voice was raw, aching.
She let out a broken laugh. “Then tell me I’m not too late.”
He exhaled sharply. “Meera—”
“I left him.” The words fell from her lips before he could speak. “My husband. My home. My past.”
A sharp silence. The rain filled the spaces between them.
“Why?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
She looked at him, eyes brimming with a truth so painful, it could cut through stone. “Because no matter where I went, I carried you with me. And it was heavier than anything else.”
The ache in his chest deepened. He wanted to hate her. He wanted to push her away. But instead, he did the only thing that made sense.
He kissed her.
It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t careful. It was desperate, feverish, filled with five years of unsaid words and unfinished love. Meera gasped against his lips, her fingers tangled in his wet hair, pulling him closer, as if she could fold time and erase their lost years.
When they broke apart, she was crying. So was he.
“Tell me this is real,” she whispered.
Rudra cupped her face, his thumb brushing her cheek. “It’s real.”
She closed her eyes. “Then don’t let me go this time.”
He kissed her forehead, his lips lingering. “I won’t.”
And this time—he meant it.
RAJAT CHANDRA SARMAH
GUWAHATI , ASSAM , INDIA
15/02/2025
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The first drops hit the windowpane—slow, hesitant, like a forgotten melody trying to remember its tune.
Rudra watched the rain through the half-open glass, fingers tracing old scars on the wooden table. The air smelled of wet earth, of longing, of her.
Damn it. Five years. Five whole years, and Meera still lived inside him like a ghost that refused to leave.
He lit a cigarette. Took a slow drag. Let the smoke twist into the night. Maybe, if he exhaled long enough, he could force her out.
But memory is a stubborn thing. And rain… rain is a curse.
That night at the railway station—how could he forget? How she had stood there, a blue dupatta slipping off her trembling shoulders, eyes heavy with something between love and surrender.
“Go, Meera,” he had whispered.
“No,” she had wanted to say. He had seen it in her eyes. But sometimes, love is not about wanting. Sometimes, it’s about losing.
And then, just like that, she was gone.
He never read her letter. What was the point? Words wouldn’t bring her back.
But tonight, something felt different. Maybe it was the loneliness. Or the exhaustion of carrying her absence for too long. He reached for the letter—crumpled, yellowed, untouched. His hands shook as he unfolded it.
“Rudra,
If you are reading this, it means I have left a part of me behind with you.
I fought. I tried. But my father—he told me that love is a luxury people like us cannot afford. That duty comes first. That I must forget you.
But how do I forget the man who is in the air I breathe? In the rains that drench my soul? In the spaces between my ribs?
I walked away, Rudra. But I did not leave.
And I will love you, in every storm, in every silence, in every life to come.
Meera.”
His chest felt like it was caving in. He wanted to scream, to throw the letter into the fire, to rewrite the past. But fate is cruel—it never hands you a pen.
Then, his phone rang.
A name flashed on the screen. A name he never expected to see again.
Meera.
He stared at it. Let it ring once. Twice. By the third time, his fingers betrayed him.
“Hello?”
A pause. Then, a voice that shattered him.
“Rudra…”
He shut his eyes. Breathed in her name. Five years, and it still felt like home.
“I—I’m back in Mumbai,” she whispered. “I need to see you.”
His pulse pounded. His throat dried.
“Where?” His voice was rough, almost foreign.
A beat of silence.
“Outside your apartment.”
The world stopped.( To be Continued)
RAJAT CHANDRA SARMAH
GUWAHATI , ASSAM , INDIA
14/02/2025
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Continued from my post yesterday 12/02/25.
11. Leadership is earned through trust; management is assigned through authority.
12. A leader creates followers by inspiration, not by hierarchy.
13. A manager’s success is measured by output; a leader’s success is measured by impact.
14. A true leader creates more leaders, not more followers.
15.Managers administer processes; leaders empower people.
16. Leadership is the art of motivating beyond obligation.
17.Managers maintain order; leaders create possibilities.
18. A manager directs; a leader guides.
19. A leader connects emotionally; a manager connects functionally.
20. A Managers handle complexity; leaders embrace uncertainty.
21. A manager focuses on the ‘how’; a leader focuses on the ‘why.’
22. Leadership inspires people to work willingly, not just dutifully.
23. A leader listens more and commands less.
24. Managers depend on rules; leaders create cultures.
25. A leader is proactive; a manager is reactive.
26.Leadership fosters growth; management sustains stability.
27.Manager control resources; leaders cultivate potential.
28. A true leader builds bridges where others see walls.
I completed the points raised earlier in my post for a recap .
Shall try to bring out other points gradually .
Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati , Assam , India
13/02/2025
In Sri Lanka , a few years back .
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Before moving forward, let’s first revisit what I had already shared. Below, I’ve summarized the key points from Serial 1 to 28—the points I had already published here earlier . This will help us to proceed further in a better way for clarity perhaps .
I will take up 11 to 28 in my next post.
RAJAT CHANDRA SARMAH
GUWAHATI , ASSAM , INDIA
12/02/2025
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