There was a small town where the sky turned pink every evening.
In that town lived Arif—quiet, someone who loved to dream more than he spoke.
One day, Neera suddenly entered his life.
When Neera smiled, it felt as if the entire street grew a little brighter.
They met every day at the same place—
in front of an old tea stall.
They didn't talk much.
Yet, in that silence, everything was understood.
One day, it started to rain.
Neera didn't have an umbrella.
Arif held out his own and let himself get wet.
Neera looked at him and softly asked,
"Are you always like this?"
Arif smiled and said,
"For the people who feel close to the heart,
getting drenched never feels bad."
That day, in the sound of the rain, Neera realized—
love doesn't always happen through big words.
Sometimes, it happens under a wet umbrella.