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 this.
...moments of realization.