The rain waited under the shaggy Kadam tree of the Paschim Para. There is no leisure to open the umbrella, drip drip drip drip. And when I turned into the corner and crossed the road, where is it? Thee sky is sparkling all around in the hot sun. But by that time, many students have watermarks on their clothes and shoes. In the corner of the mind, the lamps of 'rainy-day' wishes have started burning.