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“A Monsoon Promise – An Indian Love Story”
Narrative storytelling with background music (soft instrumental or sitar with rain sounds)
Tone: Emotional, poetic, and deeply human
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Namaste friends,
Welcome to Coastal News Odia Stories – where emotions speak louder than words.
Today, we bring you a touching love story from the heart of India — a story of rain, promises, and destiny.
This is “A Monsoon Promise.”
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In a small Indian town surrounded by green paddy fields and mango trees, the first drops of the monsoon rain arrived after a long, hot summer.
Children ran barefoot, women filled brass pots with fresh rainwater, and the smell of wet earth filled the air.
In that rain stood Aarav, a quiet young man in his early twenties, watching the world come alive again.
Across the street, under a red umbrella, he saw Meera — a girl in a yellow kurta, holding her notebook close, trying to cross the road.
That was the moment.
When his eyes met hers, something changed — soft, sudden, and unforgettable.
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Aarav and Meera met again — first at the library, then at the temple fair, and then every Sunday near the old banyan tree.
They spoke about books, dreams, and what love meant to them.
Meera wanted to be a teacher. Aarav wanted to be a writer.
So he began writing letters — not on phones, not on screens — but real letters, folded carefully and left in Meera’s notebook.
Each letter ended the same way:
> “When the monsoon returns, I will tell you what’s in my heart.”
She smiled every time she read those words.
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Months passed. The summer returned, and life became busy.
Aarav moved to the city for work. Meera stayed back, finishing her studies.
They wrote fewer letters. The distance grew.
But every time the sky turned grey, both of them thought of that promise — “When the monsoon returns…”
One day, Meera stopped receiving letters.
Days turned to weeks. Weeks turned to months.
Her heart waited — quietly, faithfully.
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In the city, Aarav struggled.
His job was hard, the noise endless, and his dreams began to fade.
He tried to write, but the words wouldn’t come.
One day, he wrote a final letter to Meera, pouring his heart out —
> “I love you, Meera. I always have.
When the monsoon returns, I’ll return to you.”
But the letter was never delivered.
It got lost in the rain — ink smudged, paper torn.
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Years passed. Aarav came back home.
He was no longer the shy young man who once stood in the rain.
He carried silence, memories, and the weight of time.
The town looked the same — the banyan tree still stood tall, and the monsoon clouds gathered once more.
He walked to the same place where he had first seen Meera.
And there she was — still under a red umbrella, now older, but her eyes still full of that same gentle light.
Meera smiled.
“You’re late, Aarav,” she said softly.
“The monsoon came every year. I waited for you in each one.”
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He couldn’t speak.
Tears mixed with the rain as he took her hands in his.
“I tried to return. I wrote to you…”
She nodded. “I know. I found your letter… years later. It was washed up near the temple after the flood.”
For a long moment, neither spoke. The rain fell harder.
They stood there — not young anymore, not strangers either.
Just two souls who had crossed time, distance, and silence to meet again.
Aarav whispered,
> “I made a promise once — when the monsoon returns, I will tell you what’s in my heart.”
He looked into her eyes and said,
> “It’s still you, Meera. It has always been you.”
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Years later, villagers would see an old couple walking in the rain every monsoon — two umbrellas, two hearts, one story.
They taught children how to read, planted trees, and wrote small poems about love and waiting.
Aarav’s book became famous years later. Its title was “A Monsoon Promise.”
In the first page, he wrote —
“For Meera, who waited through every rain.”
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ЁЯОм Conclusion (3 minutes)
Friends,
Love isn’t always about grand gestures or perfect timing.
Sometimes, it’s about waiting — through summers, through storms, through years.
If you believe in love, like Aarav and Meera did,
remember — the monsoon always returns.
And with it, sometimes, love too.
ЁЯО╡ [Soft closing music fades out]
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Thank you for listening. ЁЯЩП
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