I came downstairs, still half asleep and was struggling to open my eyes. The knocking at my door compelled me to leave my cozy bed in this pleasant weather. Monsoon was always my favourite season. I loved to dance in the rain. Rubbing my eyes, I somehow reached the door and opened it. Should I be surprised or shocked? It was him, after so many years. My favourite flowers were in his hands. "You still remember?" I asked. "Of course! How can I forget?" he replied with a sweet smile and held me tight in his arms. The warmth filled my heart. I felt as if I was living all these years but was never alive till the moment he embraced me.

We were together for five years, before he left. After him, I never allowed anyone to enter my world. He was my human diary. There was never even a trifle matter about my day that he did not know. I was always a chatterbox and he, my constant listener. Although he was a man of little words, but with me, he never chose silence. We used to spend hours talking. On our first meeting, I took him...