I only remembered starting my Honda Accord. I drowned myself in the music that was playing in my car, and let my hands flow free on the hand wheel.
A few minutes later, I found myself standing at the door to Mahita’s home.
This was the first time I was going in, uninvited.
I rang the doorbell and waited for a moment.
I listened to the warning and turned to go back, when the door clicked open.
God, Vinod. He’s just a kid. Don’t fret, I admonished myself.
A three-seater sofa, and a tea-table, with matching cushions and tablecloth.
A corner stand for art collections.
All were tastefully arranged ,without clutter.
A large bookshelf with not less than some 300 books stood at one corner, and a flower vase adorned the small writing table attached to it.
Not a speck of dust anywhere.
I opened the bookshelf and ran my fingers along the spines of the volumes.
One book was out of line, as if someone had kept it back hurriedly without pushing it in.
When Mahita went inside to bring tea and snacks, he sat next to me on the sofa and showed me his story books and the prizes he had won at school the day before.
And closer to her love.
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