The rain had always been a witness to our love, a tender embrace from the heavens that nurtured our connection. Our small village nestled on the banks of the Periyar. The air crackled with anticipation as the first drops fell, and it was amidst this refreshing downpour that our love blossomed. I was a simple boy from the fisherman community, and she, a girl from a wealthy family, lived just a stone's throw away. Our worlds were vastly different, separated by social status and expectations. But the rain, oh how it erased those barriers. It brought us together, drenched in its enchanting allure. We longed to be with each other, to share our dreams and fears, but our families forbade our love. So, we devised a way to communicate, to steal moments of togetherness amidst the chaos. We wrote letters, pouring our hearts onto paper, and carefully wrapped them in plastic to protect them from the rain's touch. Each letter became a paper boat, carrying our desires and whispered promises
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