...and the view was splendid.
It had been raining for days, some depression in the bay, the weathermen said. the cups of coffee were getting endless. work was humdrum. debugging the errors of the night before, putting more lines into mundane code and rain-breaks to catch the whiff of the sleeting torrent.
dinner beckoned. i looked across the cubicle, at her. she seemed busy, typing intermittently and staring fixedly at the screen. "want to catch dinner?" i said. she didn't even turn to look. "you go on da," she said, "this work will eat up my dinner-time too."
that's when i missed her. suddenly, going to the cafeteria seemed pointless. some of that hunger died, gasping at this change of heart. i couldn't put a name to it then. a quick bite would do, i thought.
the rain lashed at me as i got out. that seemed to wake me up. i desperately felt like running back and skipping the meal. for a long time i stood, in the rain, undecided.
i hadn't even realised she had tip-toed to where i stood. "the cafe will shut if you dance with the rain," she teased. oh! with a start i turned around and held her hands. then, both of us started laughing. i felt so relieved. we walked all the way holding hands. she knew. that's why she had stuffed the code-writing for later, i told myself.
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