In nights like this, when heavy rain lashes this city from a depression in Bay of Bengal which was earlier a cyclone... I am busy trying to work my life out. But the sounds of rain at night only get me back to that one late summer night. Intoxicated by the spirit of our eyes, We had just returned to your room. Cosied into your never done bed We clasped our hands and tangled up. Something inside me stopped me. I was scared. My pre-conceived ideas swarmed in my sleepy head with the spirit. We fell asleep. We tried to behave normal morning after. But nothing was ever normal after. We were slowly falling in love. Was it only me? You thought I don't remember after the spirit moved out of me. I remember, I still remember. The affection of your eyes-- and your innocent laughter. .that is the best memory I have of you. The day I left, I had fallen asleep to your laughter at some mindless TV comedy. That for me was the idea of home. And of waking up to a dog
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