The Giver

The rain had stopped, and the clouds had cleared. The plants and trees looked brighter as if they were coated with fresh olive and mint green paint. The fragrant air and the clear blue sky were irresistibly inviting them. Ruhi and Shan quickly came into their balcony, pulled up their garden chairs, set the table, and sat down. The aroma from two hot cups of ginger-cardamom tea perfectly complimented their cheerful mood. ‘It was much needed’ said Shan. ‘What?’ ‘The cup of tea or the rain?’ asked Ruhi. ‘Both.’ Shan laughed and sipped the tea. ‘Shhhhhh…do...