Raincoat-Painting with a message

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"Baba, please buy me the raincoat..I liked it very much..See how bright it is!!" Rimi remembered how she pleaded her father to buy her prized possession from the evening haat by the side lane at the left of the roads leading from Darjeeling Mall to the Clock Tower. It was drizzling then. The shop's old lady with a criss-cross wrinkled face found a button misplaced in the rain coat while handing it over to Rimi, Rimi was heart broken; but the kind lady promised her to bring it repaired next day morning. Rimi could not sleep whole night to pick up the bright pink raincoat with white polka printed on it. Back at home in Kolkata, her excitement could not go off the mirror for next few days. Many Bollywood songs were sung and few dance numbers were practiced wearing it in front of the mirror.
Since then, it has been one of the treasures of Rimi hung behind the door of the dressing room.
Every rainy season, it was picked up from behind the door, dust was brushed off, cleansed with water and worn with a big smile flaunting in the muddy rains. The glow on her face steal the show and made her friends envious.
It was not very long ago when a friend asked her "Where did you get this from? It is so beautiful " and Rimi was radiating with delight.
The raincoat was now her best pal in the rains and the winds. And yes, her phone has numerous selfies clicked with the beauty on and the likes on each of the photos uploaded on FB is mention-able.
It was raining heavily from yesterday night after a long duration of more than 6 months. Rimi heard the sound of the raindrops on the roof of their porch from her room. She wondered-" Where is the raincoat? I haven't seen it for long. Last time, well quite a long time ago,I remember, I took it with me to the dancing classes". As she hurriedly moved to find the raincoat. there was a big lightning out there, The sky was murky. She has to leave for her classes in another 1 hour. Alas, the coat was frayed out badly leaving patches at multiple places due to the negligence of how it was carelessly kept last time. Rimi can't wear it anymore. It didn't rain for quite a some time and therefore Rimi didn't take care of it.She has no other way than abandoning it.She felt a pain deep inside her.
P.S: This story has no relation with the good friends or the well wishers, we hung inside some corner of our mind and forget to contact them for a long long time due to our busy life. Any such resemblance is just a coincidence.

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