Introducing Rinky

That evening, when there was a torrential downpour, the sole figure of Rinky was found in her room. She had a reflective countenance & nobody could make out what she had on mind. Only she knew that she was hooked on to a chain of happy recollections. All that could be heard, included the constant battering of the raindrops on a nearby tin-shed & the hissing sound of automobiles on the wet street. Out of what could be smelt, was the sweet smell of wet mud. But none of these registered to Rinky.
After a long time, she was in perfect peace, wrapped up with exactly those silent thoughts which made her ecstatic. All on a sudden, breaking the impeccable silence, came the ringing sound of her phone. She experienced a shudder as a reaction to the unexpected discord. Her face lit up as she summed up in the next few nano-seconds, what she had been thinking in the previous hour.
Gleefully she answered the call. Gradually, her delight started fading away. Her voice became softer & softer till she heard the line go dead. That was the moment when she slammed down the receiver with an uncontrollable rage (which could have probably made her kick the phone out of the window, if it bothered her again).
This is very common with Rinky. I know exactly how badly she wants to reciprocate each time & fails to do so every time. Oh how desperately did she want to utter curses & castigate Mr. X (the person who was there just a couple of minutes back, on the other end of the line); but she knew better than anybody else, that she simply couldn't. There she was on her bed burning with ire.
For the past four years she had been perceiving this repeat telecast. Why couldn't he just go to hell? (Oops, sorry! She dare not send him to hell; because if she did, then she would have to meet him there sooner or later. Okay, I guess any place other than hell would do... Wait a minute. Does that mean heaven? That's certainly not the place where Rinky would want him to land up! In that case, I think hell will serve the purpose!)