A Chance Encounter
206 Words
Aswin hurried through the bustling streets, his mind preoccupied with the deadlines looming over him. Lost in thought, he barely noticed the soft drizzle that had started to fall. That was until he collided with someone, sending papers and a small bouquet of flowers flying.
“I’m so sorry!” he exclaimed, crouching to gather the mess.
“It’s okay,” came a warm voice. He looked up to see Roshini, her dark hair framing a kind smile, holding out a drenched flower.
Aswin helped her gather her belongings, apologizing profusely. “Let me make it up to you. Coffee?”
She hesitated but then nodded, her curiosity piqued by his earnestness.
At the café, their conversation flowed effortlessly. Aswin shared his love for writing, while Roshini spoke of her passion for painting. They discovered a shared dream of creating something meaningful—his words and her art intertwined like their fates that day.
Hours felt like minutes. As they parted, Roshini smiled and handed him a napkin with her number.
“You owe me another coffee,” she teased.
Aswin grinned. “Deal.”
In that moment, the rain became their serendipity, and what began as an accident turned into the start of something extraordinary.
- Writer
