Chapter 1: The rain and the veranda
The sky over the city had turned a bruised shade of purple before finally surrounding to the rain.it wasn't gentle drizzle; it was torrential downpour that turned the world into a blurred watercolor painting. On a narrow,sheltered veranda of an old colonial style cafe.Arnab stood learning Against the wooden railing, watching water the dance on the cobblestones.
He thought he was alone until he heard the soft click of a camera shutter.
Turning his head,he saw maya. She was sitting on a low stool in the corner,a vintage film camera pressed to her eye. She wasn't looking at the rain. She was looking at the way the streetlamps reflected in the puddles. When she finally lowered the camera, her eyes met his.
The light is perfect,"she said,her voice barely a whisper Against the roar of the rain." it Makes everything look like it's dreaming."
Arnab smailed, moving a little closer. "I always thought rain just made everything look tired. But though your lens. I suppose it looks like art."
Maya tucked a stray lock of damp hair behind her ear."Art is just noticing what everyone else is too busy to see."