Our Beautiful Times

First time

It was around 7:00 pm, and the sky was heavily overcast. The weather forecast had warned that heavy rain was expected to hit the southern regions tonight. So, my mom asked me to bring in the dry clothes from the balcony before the rain started. I went outside and collected all the clothes from the rope that my father and I had tied up last Sunday. The rope often snapped, and we had to replace it at least four or five times a month. It felt like an ongoing battle between us and the rope!

After gathering the clothes, I returned to my room. By then, the rain had started pouring in full force. I opened the window and looked out at my street. Our house was situated on a long street with about thirty to forty houses. Normally, the street would be filled with people walking and chatting, but now, thanks to the downpour, only a few people could be seen.

The cool air and the sound of raindrops falling from the roof were incredibly soothing. As I watched the rain, my attention was drawn to a small puppy wandering in the corner of Benjamin Uncle’s house. Every day, Benjamin Uncle would leave a cup of milk and food for the puppy, even though it wasn’t his dog. He had gone to his native place yesterday, and now the puppy was left alone, searching for food. It had nowhere to go and kept pacing around in the rain.

I remembered that I had once asked my mom if I could bring a dog home, but she had refused, saying she was allergic to cats and dogs. So, I couldn’t take the puppy in, no matter how much I wanted to. It was heart-wrenching to see it all alone in the rain. I closed my eyes and silently prayed that the puppy would be safe.

When I opened my eyes again, I was surprised to see someone sitting next to the puppy. The boy had taken off his shirt and spread it over his head, holding it up as a makeshift umbrella to protect the puppy from the rain. The little dog sat underneath, seeking shelter and warmth.

I couldn’t see his face clearly, but I could tell that the boy was wearing a white t-shirt beneath the shirt, so I didn’t catch any glimpse of his bare body. I was amazed at how easily he became friends with the puppy, offering it warmth and protection in the downpour. His act of kindness toward the dog made me smile, and for a moment, I felt a strange connection to him.

Finally, the rain stopped. The people on the street, who had been waiting out the storm, began to move quickly, trying to make their way before the sky could cry again.

The boy, who had been helping the puppy, must have had a kind and loving heart. I didn’t know why, but I felt a flutter in my chest as I watched him. I hadn’t seen his face clearly yet, but I couldn’t help feeling drawn to him.

I found myself wondering, Why is my heart racing? Is it because I’ve fallen for him at first sight? Or is it simply because I admire his kindness toward the puppy?

These questions swirled around in my mind, and I couldn’t shake them off. I smiled to myself, realizing that sometimes, even small acts of kindness can make someone unforgettable.