Between the Raindrops – A Tender Queer Love Story Set in Kerala (LGBT Story) #prettygirl #lgbt

Between the Raindrops is a tender, atmospheric queer love story set against the monsoon-soaked backdrop of Kerala. Told in four poignant acts, it follows two young Indian women — Ananya and Meera — whose lives briefly intersect and forever change each other. Ananya, 21, is a reserved, introspective student from a conservative Malayali family. A gifted painter studying English literature, she prefers the quiet company of her sketchbook to the chaos of the world around her. One rainy afternoon, while sketching at a cozy local book café, she meets Meera. Meera, 23, is everything Ananya is not — confident, self-assured, and raised in a more liberal Tamil household that settled in Kerala years ago. A schoolteacher and avid reader, Meera’s warmth is immediate, her gaze open. She notices Ananya's art and strikes up a conversation — hesitant at first, but filled with curiosity. Over time, their chance encounter becomes a routine: shared chai, slow walks under umbrellas, whispered conversations about poetry, dreams, and the quiet ache of being different in a world that offers no script for their connection. Their friendship deepens into something unspoken yet undeniable. One evening by the riverbank, with rain gently falling around them, Meera admits she thinks about Ananya constantly. Instead of speaking, Ananya simply takes her hand. That silent gesture speaks volumes — the beginning of a love that is cautious, intimate, and brave in its own quiet way. But Kerala’s rains aren’t always gentle. The Storm, a relative spots them together — too close, too tender. Rumors spread fast. Ananya’s parents confront her. Her mother weeps. Her father turns cold. They threaten to send her away to Delhi, far from Meera. Meera is devastated, but she understands the stakes. They meet one final time, under the same tree where they first laughed. Ananya, tears in her eyes, whispers: “If I have to go, promise me you’ll keep living the life we dreamt of — not in fear.” They part — heartbroken, but without regret. A year passes. Meera now runs an art and literature club for young girls — a space where stories are shared, drawings are made, and dreams are safe. One afternoon, she receives a letter with no return address. Inside is a watercolor painting of two girls walking in the rain, hand-in-hand. The caption reads: “We’re not lost. We’re just growing between the raindrops.” It’s from Ananya. Between the Raindrops is a story of first love, heartbreak, and quiet resilience. It’s about navigating identity and desire in a society that leaves little room for either. Through soft gazes, poetry, art, and monsoon memories, Ananya and Meera’s story reminds us: even in silence, love finds a way to speak — and sometimes, to endure.