There were more people under the bus stop than the 3 foot by 9 foot cement and steel structure could accommodate. This crowd had somehow naturally assumed the golden ratio. People near the origin were the most protected. As for those extended outwards, the clouds were infinitely generous. Occasionally somebody would try to push to grab more of the dry space but around ten minutes later the rain made it impossible for anybody to stay dry. It poured at weird angles.
Stuti had a raincoat. She had stood here for around half an hour, waiting for the rain to stop. Her house was only a few blocks away. She had been calling her little brother when the rain struck and she sought shelter under the bus stop to finish the conversation. Soon, the gathering around her made it impossible to do anything. Her brother had hung up and she had placed her phone and wallet securely inside her pockets before she broke out of the crowd. It was still raining and it had become difficult to see even ten feet ahead. Stuti somehow reached home and rang the doorbell. Her mother answered.
"Sharad? Where is Sharad?" Rekha thundered.
It was at this moment that reality struck Stuti. Rekha, her mother had lost all her memory since Sharad, her little brother, had died. Drowned in the swimming pool.
"Where's Sharad?" was the only thing she ever said!