"Bad Dancer"- She said. And I couldn't stop laughing.   She- The craziest- I've ever known, Made me dance in the rain. The road was sparkling, Welcoming the large raindrops. The people inside the bus, Were peeping through their window, With their absurd faces, As if they had visited the zoo.   Will She ever know? After that day, Alone in my room, I even practiced dance for few days- Secretly.

Author’s Bio: 

Arjun Dahal is undergrad student of Physics at Tri-Chandra Campus, Tribhuvan University, Nepal. Talkative, Crazy, Funny, and Fun loving guy, his passion lies in Physics, Mathematics, Music, Literature, and Philosophy. His pen accelerates at paramount when there is a sharp downpour in the sky with roaring thunderbolts and lightning.His writings have appeared/forthcoming in Blue Marble Review, Burningword Literary Journal, Autumn Sky Poetry Daily, The Fable Online, Ann Arbor Review, The Recusant, Eskimo Pie, and DWIT News.