The First Shower of Monsoon

"Yes please." Ankush sits down beside me. This is the first physical contact between him and me. His strong physical charm makes me feeble. His gloom, so far heavy on me, is melting down. His presence makes me secure, comfortable, and subtle; something I have never felt before.

"Yesterday why did you come at night?" I ask him, regaining strength?

"Do you know much I missed you?" He brings his left arm near my face to explain to me how much he missed me.

I am going to meet Ankush for the final time. I am firmly resolute, strongly determined, and have come to the conclusion that this relationship is absurd...