Initially they were in contact. It was daily calls and texts, regular visits and random pics.

Eventually all of it dissipated. Visits were less, calls were unanswered and texts said 'I'm busy.

Call you back later' . It was neither of them's fault. Both got busy with their worlds an usinesses.

Some Days they used to reminisce about their memories, all of it played in front of their eyes lik film , them practicing garba of winning the competition and their best performance being on th ing ' radha gori re', their sneaky rendezvous, their cafe, their bench in the park , them chasin ach other madly with the intention of irritating the other person, the list went on and on. The ried in silence and they tried to give their all but efforts and relations were broken because o istance. It wasn't like they stopped talking to each other but their calls were rare and distant.

Kriti couldn't count on one hand the number of times they met after him leaving for Ahmedabad.

It was always during diwali. They couldn't even sit and talk properly. It was glances and phon alls when in Surat. Standing in their respective balconies, looking at each other under th elicate moonlight felt different. A good kind of difference. A romantic kind of difference.

Three years passed and they met at the most unexpected place either of them could think of.

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