He had never felt like this
before. He was at peace with the honking
horns, crying beggars, crazy shouting street urchins. He was cool with the public
transport buses spraying him with the black talcum powder.
With the sweat dripping off his brow
in this humid September, he looked into the rear mirror, only to meet her eyes.
…could feel his every breath going
in and out
…as if he was deaf to the
din around him.
Was this the moment he had been waiting
for all this time?
Should he say it?
What matter are moments like
...moments of realization.