Only You and Me

Only You and Me

A Tale of Love, Rain and Two Hearts Finding Each Other.

Just two hearts slowly learning each other.

The sea was quieter in the evenings.

Not silent–never silent. The waves still reached the shore with soft whispers and the wind still carried the smell of salt and old memories. But for Arjun, evenings always felt like the world was speaking more gently.

Especially when she was beside him.

Meera stood near the rocks, her dupatta dancing with the breeze as the orange sun melted into the Sea. She wasn't doing anything extraordinary. Just watching the horizon.

Yet somehow, Arjun felt sunsets existed only to frame her face.

“Why do you keep staring at me?” she asked without turning.

“Because the sea might disappear tomorrow,” he replied.

She laughed softly.

“That makes no sense.”

“It does to me.”

Meera finally looked at him, her eyes shining with the last golden light of dusk.

“You always talk like an unfinished poem.”

Arjun smiled.

Maybe because she was the ending he had been searching for.

Meera's question made him smile.

His mind drifted back to the afternoon they first met.

They had met six months ago in a crowded bookstore in Hyderabad.

Arjun had been searching for a novel he couldn't find.

A stranger pointed to the shelf right above his head.

“Fourth row,” she said.

He turned around.

It was Meera.

Fifteen minutes later, they were still talking about books.

By the time they left the store, neither of them had bought anything.

They had spent the entire evening talking instead.

Since then, bookstores had never felt the same to Arjun.

Every shelf reminded him of that day. 

The bookstore.

The unexpected conversation.

The girl who had somehow turned an ordinary afternoon into his favourite memory.

Since that afternoon, certain things had begun to belong to Meera.

The corner table near the bookstore window.

The novel she insisted he should read.

The way she tucked her hair behind her ear whenever she was thinking.

Even the smell of rain on warm roads reminded him of her.

The sound of a crashing wave pulled him back to the present.

Meera was still looking at him.

“Well?” she asked.

Arjun laughed softly.

“You know what I think?” Meera said, sitting on the sand.

“Hm?”

“I think some people are not meant to enter our lives loudly.”

Arjun sat beside her.

“They arrive softly,” she continued. “Like a song you hear from another room, but somehow it becomes your favourite.”

For a moment, neither spoke.

The waves moved forward and backward like breathing.

Then Arjun quietly asked,

“And what am I to you?”

Meera looked at him carefully, almost fearfully, as if the truth itself were fragile.

“If I am the melody,” she whispered, “you are the song.”

His heartbeat stumbled.

The world suddenly felt smaller–only the two of them, the sea and the fading sky.

Arjun laughed under his breath.

“You stole that from poetry.”

“No,” she smiled. “Maybe poetry stole it from people in love.”

The first raindrop fell between them.

Then another.

Within seconds, a summer drizzle wrapped around the shore.

Meera lifted her face toward the sky, eyes closed, smiling like a child.

Arjun watched her instead of the rain.

He always did.

“You know something strange?” he asked.

“What?”

“When I look in the mirror these days, I don't recognise myself completely anymore.”

She opened her eyes slowly.

“Why?”

“Because somewhere along the way,” he said, his voice softer now, “my life started looking like you.”

The rain grew heavier.

Without realizing it, Meera moved closer, their shoulders meeting in the quiet rain.

Neither of them said much after that.

They sat there for a while, watching the waves disappear into the evening mist.

Every now and then, their eyes met.

Neither looked away immediately.

Arjun wanted to say something.

Instead, he watched the sea.

Somehow, the silence between them felt easier than words.

And in that quiet evening by the sea, surrounded by rain, moonlight waiting beyond the clouds and a thousand unspoken feelings, it no longer felt like me and you.

It felt like only them.

Only You and Me.