Echoes After the RainThe bus moved forward, but Aarushi’s mind stayed behind.She sat by the window, her fingers tightly holding the sketch Mira had given her. The paper was slightly damp at the edges, like it had absorbed a piece of the rain—and maybe a piece of that moment too.Two roads.One umbrella.One meeting that felt anything but accidental.She traced the lines softly with her thumb.“Why does this feel… different?” she whispered to herself.She had met people before. Talked, smiled, exchanged polite words. But this—this felt like something had brushed past her soul and left fingerprints.Her phone buzzed.Mom: Bus miss hoye