In Flight

January 6, 2016


The thing about parks is that there’s so much you can do in them. There’s space for kids to play, adults to gossip, lovers to romance, fitness freaks to exercise, nature lovers to explore and the list can go on…

“I didn’t think anybody felt so passionately about parks,” a voice interrupted my typing and stream of thought. Pretending not to hear, I tried to continue…

 The park in my neighbourhood was where I met my best friend. The park behind my grandparents house was where my brothers and I played hide and seek. The park in a new city was where I went to find solace when I was heartbroken. But the park behind the movie theatre, with the swings and slides and the tall tower, still remains my favourite.

“You’re writing about me? You can’t write a book about me,” the voice interrupted again, this time it was huskier and tickled my ear.

“My world does not revolve around you,” I said rolling my eyes and trying to ignore the goosebumps that had appeared on my back, where his beard brushed on my skin and his warm fingers traced the curve of my spine.

“I think I have memorised every single strand…” he murmured in my ear, through my hair. “Just like I have memorised this smile. The only thing I haven’t figured out, is the depth of those dimples,” he said, now tracing my face. “But I know you have a deadline and I shouldn’t be distracting you,” he whispered before fading away, leaving my thoughts in a frenzy.

“Huh? What?” I gawked at him with utter disbelief as he strutted away into the bathroom. He had come to realise that he was my favourite distraction and only took advantage of it.


 November 6, 2015


We sat on the floor of his bedroom trying to build forts with all the pillows and blankets we could acquire.

“Your housemates must think I’m a weirdo,” I said as I knotted the ends of two blankets I had sent him to borrow from them.

“You are. And I’m pretty sure they think this is for some kinky stuff. Not that I would have a problem with that. It will only boost my reputation in front of them,” he said, raising his eyebrow, hinting at it.

“Maybe we could invite them into the fort when its done. That would sort out your reputation for life,” I said sticking my tongue out at him.

“Sure, why not? And then we could all drink hot chocolate and talk about our feelings and maybe even watch Tangled!”

“What? Seriously?! That sounds like so much fun I think they’re really going to…” I trailed off as he rolled his eyes, and laughed dryly, switching on the fairy lights we had just bought and looked genuinely surprised at how good it made his otherwise drab room look.

Two hours, five bottles of beer and half a movie later, he was sprawled across the blanket, snoring softly. I made a mental note to tease him about how he slept like Jesus Christ, before shifting around and settling down with my laptop, on the other side of the fort. I had a deadline to meet and I desperately needed to get work done.

Halfway through my piece, he shuffled and turned to his side, sighing softly. Couple of seconds later, he woke up and looked around, his eyes swollen with sleep and hair a giant mess. I smiled at the confused expression from behind my laptop, before shutting it.

“Why does it look like we are in heaven?” he asked his voice filled with sleep. He moved over to my side and lay down beside me stretching his arm out.

“We are not dead, don’t worry,” I said placing my head on his chest as he reached out for something.

“I forgot to show you but I took this picture of this cat I saw because you like cats,” he said showing me the screen that had a picture of a black and white tabby on it.

“That is a very cute cat,” I smiled, knowing he was probably already asleep.

The last time he woke up in the middle of the night, we were at my place and he told me he had memorised my laugh. Another time, he told me he’d always find his way back to me. And another time, he said he had never been as sure of anything, as he was of me.

We never talked about this in the morning. I wasn’t sure if he remembered and if he didn’t I wanted it to be my secret.

Minutes later, just when I thought he had fallen asleep, he let out a quiet sigh.

“My heart will always drown into those dimples,” he murmured before beginning to snore lightly through his open mouth.

In that moment, under fairly lights and patterned blankets, I finally knew what it was like to be loved. And it felt a lot like flying.


Halfway Summer

“Our eyes locked but we didn’t say a word when the clock struck twelve that New Year’s Eve. Do you remember that?” he asked, tracing circles on my back as we lay in the warmth of the blanket.

“No,” I said groggily, eyes closed.

“You know, I think we have always been good at that. At being mad at each other. I mean it seemed like hell, but eventually we didn’t fit anywhere but in each other’s arms,” he said a few seconds later.

I smiled but didn’t respond. Not yet.

Disappointed at not receiving a reply, he tried again.

“I’m sorry,” he sighed.

Giving in this time, I opened my eyes and blinked.


He still looked like the little boy I once knew. The ten-year-old who watched trashy Govinda movies with me from the isle of the filthy cinema house, crying when lovers parted ways on screen, and hooting and cheering when they got back together.

“Kabir ya, it’s like the middle of the night. Can’t you be sorry about whatever it is tomorrow morning?” I asked, refusing to budge even though he was no longer drawing those comforting circles on my back.

“Oh so when she wants to have some conversation for whatever inspiration she needs to write, she’s allowed to wake me at 3 am. But when I’m pouring my heart out, it’s the ‘middle of the night’ for her,” he said turning to the other side.

“Are you seriously referring to me in third person? I’m right here,” I said rolling my eyes. Two could play this game.

“Who needs to watch daily soaps when you have a man like this,” I murmured, to nobody in particular.


When he didn’t respond, I rested my chin on his bare shoulder.

“What’s up?” I asked.

Though the lights were out, moonlight shone through our thin curtains. I could see his glossy eyes staring into blank space, eyelashes fluttering like a that of a little doll. I swear, the man’s lashes could give most cosmetic companies a run for their money. “What are you sorry for?” I nudged his back with my chin urging him to speak up.

“I just wish somebody could heal that tragic gap of time and take us back to the summers when we were sixteen.  We just kept missing each other,” he said, his voice suddenly hoarse.

He only got this way when he had too much to drink but I didn’t want to mention it just now.

“That line ought to be in of those sappy movies I make you watch.”

“We’re better than any of those bullshit movies. And it’s insulting to me that you are comparing us to them,” he said, turning around to face me.

“The boy with the wind-swept hair and freckled yet-to-be-discovered constellations on his shoulders…”

“The girl with sunset eyes. His Halfway Summer, sitting cross-legged on his bed three years after they lost each other. That night, while they talked till it was day, he melted faster than the ice cream they shared,” he said nuzzling into my side, hand in my hair, as the stars dimmed their lights.

The Space Cycle


On reaching the last step, I finally looked up to see a face smirking at me. With his twinkling brown eyes, perfectly messed up hair and pearly white grin, he had the smile that made you want to smile with him.

“Need help?” Kabir asked stretching out his hand.

“Did that thought not occur to you when you saw me struggle at the first step?” I asked lifting up my lehenga, climbing the final step and feeling a sense of accomplishment as an old Hindi song blasted through the speakers.

“It was quite hilarious when you were about to trip on that ninth step,” he joked as we walked inside the magnanimous foyer. In an almost mechanical way, he held out his hand as I took it to support myself while taking off my heels.

“What are you doing outside anyway?” I shouted above the music as my hand latched on his arm while I struggled to take off my shoe. “Aren’t you supposed to be inside helping out and letting aunties swoon over you?”

“They asked me to pick up the sweet boxes and bangles. But now I can’t find my shoes,” he shouted back frowning at the shoe racks that were almost overflowing with shoes of different colours, sizes and styles.

“Are they the beige Mojaris? There are so many of them here why did you decide to wear those today!” I said scanning through the racks as well.

“No actually they’re my Nikes,” he said as the music abruptly stopped and the room went dark. “Great. This is going to make it so much easier.”

Despite the darkness, I could tell he was rolling his eyes.

“You wore Nike shoes to a temple, left them in the shoe rack? And now you expect them not to be stolen?! You totally deserve this,” I said shaking my head, exasperated.

“Ok no, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that,” I said after a few seconds of awkward silence as he glared at me. “Nobody deserves their favourite shoes to be stolen, I would also hate anybody who told me that I deserved it if my favourite Adidas’ were stolen. I’ll just ask the watchman…”

“You’re not just “anybody”. And I could never hate you,” he mumbled, barely audible, as we walked into the light, our hands still entwined.


“Stay,” Kabir said at 2 am, after we had finished watching Blue Valentine for the second time that week.

And stayed I did.


“I just want to be closer to the stars,” I whined as we sat in the balcony staring at the thick layer of dust blocking the sky while huddling under the blanket.

“Is that a writer’s metaphor for ‘I need some space’?” he asked not taking his eyes off me.

“No, but thanks for that. I could use it in a breakup piece,” I said instantly fishing out my phone and making a note.

The next day, Kabir planned a spontaneous trip to the nearest hill station. He knew I wasn’t a fan of spontaneity – I needed my time to settle in and get to know the place a little.

“Trust me, it will be worth it,” was all he said. And I went along.

That evening, after a day’s long drive past lush green meadows, we were at the only park on the highest hilltop.

“This is the closest you’ll get to the stars, without needing all that space,” he said quietly as we gazed at the sunset spin into a frosty twinkling night, while swinging on the creaking swing sets.

That night, I realised that someone can make you smile only a number of times before you start to love them a little.


He was there when I turned four. He was there when I turned fourteen.

We were always too similar. Like the same side of a coin. Twin Earth signs. When we loved, it was beautiful. When we fought, we fought with the same claws.

“Will you still love me when I am unlovable?” I had asked waking him up one night, when we were supposed to be watching Stay.

The next morning, I woke up to an empty bed, half empty closet and a single text message.

“You know, I remember the exact moment I knew I was in love with you. You weren’t looking at me. You were stargazing.”

He left like an earthquake. And that’s the thing about earthquakes. They don’t know how to be gentle. Most of the time, they only know how to destroy.


Boy next door

12:00 am


S: The moon looks beautiful tonight doesn’t it?

K: I can’t see it. Your ugly building is blocking my view.


12:03 am


K: I see it now. I don’t think I have seen the moon this yellow before.

S: It’s a full moon.

K: Your head kinda looks like the moon from the back.

K: A smaller version though.

K: Okay I was kidding. Stop hiding behind the wall now.


12:04 am


S: Look now! The clouds make it look like one of those creepy scenes in horror movies

K: Like the time of the night for werewolves.

S: Exactly.


12:06 am


S: Okay stop howling. You’re going to wake the entire neighborhood.

K: It wasn’t me.

S: Go inside.

K: Okay, fine. I’ll stop.

K: Hey look, a heart!

S: Where?!

K: In the sky, obviously. Idiot. Stop looking around.

S: I knew that.

S: And that’s not a heart. It looks more like the beak of a bird trying to steal the moon.

K: What kind of bird tries to steal the moon?




S: An evil one.

K: It looks like a heart trying to protect itself by being really sharp at the edges.

S: What kind of heart is so huge and protective of itself?


12:08 am


K: Your kind.


12:10 am


K: What kind of person stares at a romantic text message for two minutes and doesn’t reply?

S: I forgot you could see me.

K: Answer – An evil one.

S: Are you calling me evil?

K: Mojo Jojo IS your spirit animal.

S: As opposed to what, Bubbles?

K: Hey! That was confidential information!

S: So what, your mission is to save the world from me?


12:12 am


K: Quite the opposite actually.




Reminiscing in the balcony

She sat in the balcony looking at the sun shining over the sea blue sky. It was a beautiful day but she felt malicious towards everything. Laughter of the previous night still echoed, and the empty bottles still lay around. She was wide awake while the others were still sound asleep inside. Something was bothering her but she couldn’t figure out what it was. She covered her face in her hands, her silky hair falling over her shoulders.
She remembered the previous night, when she saw him for the first time in years, possibly coming back from a new job, home to a new bed and maybe coming home to someone else. His eyes were still brilliant and heartbreaking at the same time. But that person who made her smile on the balcony, was no where to be seen. The person who had consoled her and made her laugh, wasn’t there anymore.
He made the balcony seem like the top of the Eiffel Tower in a hurricane.
But she only prayed that she would be lucky enough, to find him again in someone else.


Hit Me With Those Grey Eyes

I slowly drove down the quiet road while looking around and taking everything in. The place looked familiar, but the changes were noticeable. The number of trees were lesser, roads wider, buildings taller, more cars parked around the place, but it still felt peaceful. The queasiness in my stomach kept increasing as I knew I was approaching nearer and nearer. Taking a deep breath as a train passed by on the tracks parallel to the road, I remembered feeling the same way ten years back; when I first came here. Making sure I had my sunglasses on, and a scarf around my neck, I drove up to the line of shops on the left side. Two of them on the left were provision stores, and a steep slope in the middle which I knew was the entrance to the house, parted them from a supermarket on the other side.

I stopped at the store just before the slope, and took another deep breath before locking the car and getting out.
“You can do this” I kept telling myself in my head. “No one is going to recognise you. It’s been ten years. He doesn’t even remember you.”
While walking up to the store, I took out the map and tried to look around discreetly as the chilly winter wind blew through my hair, completely messing it up

The man sitting at the counter looked up as I walked up to him and cleared my throat, his grey eyes piercing through mine, immediately bringing back memories.
“May I help you?” He asked in a deep, manly voice. It was nothing like how I remembered it to be. I scrutinised him through my dark sunglasses. He looked like the same skinny, lean person with thin lips and shiny eyes, except for the addition of a few tattoos and piercings. His arms looked more muscular under his black shirt, which accentuated his pale skin even more.
“Can you guide me to SJI School please? I’m kind of lost” I asked hesitantly.
“Of course” he said taking the map from me and pointing to one spot. “It’s is where’s you are now and that’s where the school is …”

I looked at him closely. His fingers, his thin hands and his eyes as he kept looking up to make sure I had understood everything he was saying. He had the same helpful nature I could remember him having. It was what I had liked the best in him. How he helped people without expecting a single thing in return. I wondered where his parents were, if they were still there. He looked tired, like he hadn’t been sleeping.

“…And take a left and you’ll reach the school” he said looking up at me.
“Thanks so much” I said smiling, pretending like I’d listened to everything he’d said. “That was of great help. Thanks” I said enthusiastically.
“You should probably get something for the road, it’s not very close” he said standing up straight. “And you really look like you could eat something”
“Um, alright then. I’ll have a Dairy Milk” I said handing him the money. “The small one” I added when I saw him picking the huge packet of the chocolate.
He smiled and handed me the chocolate with the change. I thanked him and walked away slowly, wondering what I should do now.

My mind was still hazy from all the thoughts, and recollections of the past. So I crossed my car and walked up ahead to the tracks, deciding to get a bit of fresh air before heading off again. Standing in the weed and grass, taking deep breaths of fresh air, and the sun shining down brightly on me, suddenly made me forget where I was. As I was about to take off my scarf, I remembered what I was doing.

“Just to warn you, there are a lot of cockroaches in the grass there” a voice shouted to me from across the road. Even though I was wearing full jeans and knee-length boots, the thought of them crawling around, still terrified me. I hurried down to my car.
“Still terrified of them huh?” I heard the voice question me from across my car, just as I was about to get in.
As if my heart wasn’t beating fast enough, I felt it hammering my chest loudly, making me wonder if he could hear it across the car.
“Excuse me?” I smiled politely at him.
“You’ve lost a bunch of weight, but your hairs the same. So are your hands and probably your eyes too. You still don’t listen to a word I say but pretend like you do anyway. And you still wear the same ring you used to” he said in his deep voice.

He smiled his smile, to show me that he knew. He knew me and why I had come back after all these years, and he smiled because he knew that it would make my heart skip a beat. Like it always did when he smiled, that smile.

Please let me know what you think of the fictional story, in the comments below 🙂


Walks in the park with sunshine.

Moving is such a pain in the ass. You do your best to make sure all your stuff’s there but you eventually forget something.
Gypsy came wagging her tail to me while I was making breakfast. Only then did I realize that I had managed to bring her food bowl but left her water bowl back. Putting off the stove I decided to take her for a walk so we could get a look at the neighborhood and simultaneously check if there was a pet store nearby. I knew she would make a fuss about drinking in a new bowl, but it was worth the try. 
I went into my room and rummaged through the unpacked boxes to find my shoes. Finding my favorite neon green jogging shoes I put Gypsy on her leash and shut the door behind me, making sure I had my keys in my pocket. As we got out of the lift, there was a strong gust of wind that greeted us, carrying the scent of sweet smelling flowers with it. It instantly made me feel better. I could tell gypsy was excited. She was in a new city with new smells and new friends to make. I had a feeling it wasn’t going to be as hard for her as it was for me.

After wandering around the apartment building for a bit I could see a huge cluster of trees which meant there was a park nearby. Well, there were trees everywhere in LA. It was so unlike New York. So calm and so much more cooler. As we neared the gates, I could see a number of walkers with their dogs. Gypsy was rapidly increasing her speed and had altered her trotting into jogging. Another smaller gush of wind welcomed us as we entered the park. I could feel the beads of sweat that had started forming, instantly disappear. Gypsy panted happily standing beside me, taking in the sight that welcomed us. 

The park was huge. So huge, we couldn’t see the end of it. There were a number of walkers, men and women walking their dogs of different breeds and sizes. On the lawns that were in between the walking tracks, some dogs were sprawled out while their owners were talking to others or reading a book or on the phone. Some of them were playing catch. I knew what this was. Dog heaven. I knew Gypsy would want to explore the place so we started walking down one of the tracks. I could hear the sound of rushing water somewhere further. Following the course of the sound, we reached a large waterfall in between rocks, surrounded by a pool. There were a few dogs swimming around in it. Gypsy looked up at me questioningly. She knew how I felt about her running away without my permission. 

“How about we explore the rest of the park and then come back here? There might be more fun stuff you know?” I said looking down to her pleading face and wide eyes, that she knew I could never resist. Looking back to the pool she snorted like she was saying “as if!” 
“Funny how they seem to understand everything and have just the right responses right” a voice came from my side. Looking to my left, I saw a young man, about my age standing beside me. I nodded and smiled.
“They’re just like us. Just more loyal” I said letting the second sentence slip out un-intentionally. 
“Very true.” he said grinning widely. He had large brown eyes with thick lashes, that any girl would kill to have. A hint of a stubble which indicated that he hadn’t shaved, and short messy hair. He looked back to the pool and I noticed a tiny dimple on his right cheek. Gypsy started getting restless and shuffling around.
The man looked back at me.
“I’m Adam.” he said offering his hand.”Sarah.” I said shaking it. 
“Is that your dog?” he asked looking at gypsy. 
“What’s her name?” he asked bending down to pet her.
“Hey there beautiful” he said patting her head as Gypsy wagged her tail violently. 
“Is she a lab?” Adam asked running his fingers through her black smooth fur. 
“Yes. Do you have a dog?” 
“He’s right there.” he said nodding to a dog right in the middle that could be easily mistaken for a wolf. 
“The husky?” 
“Yes. He’s Maverick.” 
“Suites him.” I said as we watched Maverick thrash around in the water playfully making Gypsy whine enviously beside me. 
“Why don’t you let her in”
“I don’t know..” I said hesitantly. 
“Come on she’s dying to go. It’s not like anyone’s gonna steal her. We can sit right here and keep a watch.” he said showing me a bench behind us. 
I looked back at gypsy trying to win me over with her puppy eyes. Bending down, I sighed.
“Be good” I whispered into her ear before taking her chain off.
“She’s cute” Adam said as we walked to the bench after watching gypsy fled with joy.
“This place is amazing” I said taking in the warm breeze swaying the trees gently as the suns rays tried to penetrate through the thick leaves. 
“I know. It’s beautiful. I Mave and I love coming here for walks.” 
“I can sense that.” I said looking back at the pool where Maverick and Gypsy seemed to be getting along pretty well. Splashing and playing around in the water. 
“So I’m guessing you’re new here.”
“Yeah. Just moved from new York.”
“If you live around here it’s a good thing. This neighborhood is pretty safe and welcoming.” Adam said looking at me. The sun shone brightly from behind him making it look like he was radiating the light. His eyes sparkled happily as he smiled instantly shooting brightness into me. 
“That girl there,” he said nodding to a girl jogging by with a chihuahua beside her “She’s one of the best singers in the country.”
“I’ve heard, almost everyone here is famous. Are you one of them?” I asked cautiously hoping I didn’t offend him by not knowing who he was, if at all he was famous. 
“Haha no. But people here are down-to-earth. And since everyone’s famous, it doesn’t really matter. No one cares.” he said grinning and winking mischievously. 
“So you’re saying if brad Pitt walked by, no one would bother?”
“Nope.” he said casually. 
“Oh my god! You’re kidding right? I mean it’s brad Pitt!” I said shocked. 
“I’ve met brad Pitt. Trust me it’s not a big deal.” he said amused with my reaction.”Easy for you to say. You’ve probably met  Will.I.Am and Fergie too.” I said sadly as he smiled still amused.
“Oh my god you have!” I squealed.  
“Hahaha you sound so funny” he said giggling uncontrollably. “Once you live here you just sort of get used to it. You may just run into them at one of the Starbucks or a cafe.”I sighed as he stood up. Standing against the sun, the rays behind him making him look like a Greek god. “Mave!” he called out as the snow white husky looked up at him with piercing blue eyes. “Come on that’s enough” he called out to the dog who refused to budge. Adam walked up to the gate separating the pool from the path and I followed. “He usually listens. I think he’s influenced by his partner in crime today” Adam said nodding slyly at Gypsy who was busy convincing her new friend that it was ok to stay back and try to catch the plastic fish they were playing with. 
“Hey hey! Mind it! Gypsy is not a bad influence on anyone. If at all she influences, it’s always good.” I said as I called Gypsy who instantly came running back, followed by a dripping wet Maverick behind her. I bent down to pet her and looked up and winked slyly at Adam. 

“I think he’s mesmerized by her” he said as we looked at maverick staring at Gypsy with wide eyes. 
“She tends to do that to people. She’s a charmer” I laughed and said as I moved over to Maverick. “He has amazing eyes.” I said as Maverick licked my hand and wagged his dripping wet tail causing the water to spray on Adam. 
“I know. He was the only one with blue eyes. The rest had green.”
“Well then your lucky. You both have stunning eyes” I said instantly regretting letting that slip from my mouth. 
“Well, then I guess we both have something in common with our pets” he murmured quietly, just loud enough for me to hear. Though I didn’t quite understand it, I didn’t bother questioning him. I moved away as Maverick and Gypsy started to shake the water off themselves. I was almost ready to leave when Adam asked me if I wanted to walk with him and Maverick through the park. I decided it would be nice to have some company, for myself, and Gypsy of course. As we walked through the park, we talked about dogs, weather, the sun and everything related to it. He didn’t try to question me about my life outside the park and neither did I. It felt nice. Like all that didn’t matter for that time. Like we had each other to talk to about all the things we never usually talk about. He made me forget all my problems and worries. It was just happiness and sunshine and plain simple talks while walking. After about half an hour of walking, we reached back to the pool from where we began. 

“So, I’ll see you tomorrow? Same time same place?” Adam asked before rushing after Maverick who had pounced on a golden retrievers frisbee. After putting Maverick back on his leash, and dragging him away and apologizing to to the furious woman, shouting insults about how he couldn’t tame his wild wolf dog, Adam turned back to see me laughing uncontrollably and waved, trying to look annoying by miserably failing as a huge grin crept up his face instantly sending flutters down my heart. Gypsy followed me outside the park, walking slowly, clearly exhausted after all the playing and running around. I couldn’t help but look forward to the next evening as we walked home.                                

It had been a month since I shifted here and it already felt like home. Most of the credit went to Adam, I thought to myself as Gypsy and me took our routine walk to the park. The day seemed gloomy. The sun was hidden behind the dark clouds and there were strong gusts of wind indicating a coming storm. But I knew I would still see sunshine. My sunshine. I recollected how much my life had changed in the past month. There again, most of the credit went to Adam. Our walks in the park together had become more of an addiction, than a routine. For that one hour we spent together, we forgot about everything else. Sometimes we sat together silently and watched Gypsy and Maverick play in the pool and sometimes we couldn’t stop talking. Either way, it felt normal. It felt right. But our talks didn’t go further than the surroundings of the park. We never talked about our work or our homes or even family. It was a weird friendship we shared. But I was perfectly happy with it, and I’m guessing so was he. Gypsy and me entered the park, greeted by another strong gust of wind. It almost felt like the wind was trying to push us out. I heard Gypsy whine silently, probably thinking I wouldn’t let her into the pool today because of the coming storm. As we approached the bench, I saw that neither Adam nor maverick were anywhere to be seen. The clouds rumbled loudly and the leaves rustled. It felt like they were having a competition. A who-can-be-louder competition with each other. I wondered why Adam wasn’t here yet. He and Maverick were always here before us. I sat down on the bench and Gypsy sat down beside my legs looking around, probably wondering the same. I remembered the previous day. He was coughing a little and his walk was a bit slower than usual too. Maverick didn’t seem to want to leave his side, but when Adam gave him a stern look, he did. Almost as if he understood what Adam was saying. His voice was a little coarse. He was probably down with a cold, I thought to myself as time passed by slowly. I took off Gypsy’s leash and told her that she could go into the pool if she wanted to but she refused to budge. She wanted to wait for her “partner in crime”. 

We sat there waiting till it was almost time to leave. Gypsy and I had waited by the bench for an hour for them but they didn’t show up. I felt low. I thought maybe, I could drive up to Adams house to find out why he hadn’t come. But then I realized, I didn’t know where he lived. Neither did I know his number, or even his last name. I didn’t think about him after I left the park or before I entered it. I was so busy the entire day that I didn’t even have the time. But for some reason, after seeing him, I knew it would all be ok. I knew I would be ok. The clouds rumbled loudly above us. It was time to leave. Darkness crept up slowly around us. The sun was hidden behind the huge dark clouds. Usually at this time, the sun shone brightly, lighting up the entire sky. But there wasn’t sunshine today. I got up to leave and put on Gypsy’s leash back on her. She whined sadly and walked sluggishly behind me. 
“They’ll be here tomorrow” I tried to reassure her and myself as she ignored me and continued to walk. As we were about to leave the park, Gypsy let out a soft yelp and fled into the opposite direction, her leash dragging on behind her. My hopes instantly rose as the clouds continued to rumble on. I sprinted behind her trying to catch up. I could see two figures in sight. One of a man and another of a dog that could be easily mistaken as a wolf. I wanted to run and take him in my arms and at the same time yell at him. But as I came closer, I realized that it was an unrecognizable figure.

The man was slightly taller and more muscular, dressed in a formal black tux and formal shoes. His hair was shorter and gelled. Why would anyone come to a park dressed like that, I wondered. I slowed down to catch my breath as Maverick ran to Gypsy and me. Gypsy too, stopped all of a sudden in front of me, causing me to trip over her. A pair of strong arms stopped me from falling over as there was a flash of lightning from behind. The arms felt unfamiliar and so did the voice when he asked me if I was ok. I took a step back from the unknown figure.

“Who are you” I questioned “where is Adam and why do you have his dog” I asked cautiously as Maverick circled my legs.
“Excuse me?” was the only response I got. I waited quietly without saying anything else. 

The man nodded towards the bench and I followed him, sitting down and keeping my distance between us. I realized that I never did that with Adam. From the first time we met, we always sat close together. The thought sent a warm feeling down my heart. I looked at the man and crossed my arms in front of my chest, waiting for a reply. 
“I’m Adam. This is my dog.” 
“No you’re not!” I said angrily. Who did this man think he was? First he takes Maverick and now he claims to be Adam. 
“Do you think I’m stupid?” 
“I can explain” the man said calmly. Probably hoping he would calm me down. I waited without moving or saying a word, just nodding my head, indicating him to go on. 
“I’m Adam. This is my dog, Maverick” 
“You said that already and you know I don’t believe you. You’re not Adam. Where is he” I asked, my temper rising. 
“The man, who walked my dog for me this whole time wasn’t Adam. His name was John.”
“You expect me to believe you?”
“I don’t. But you should. I’m telling you the truth, which he clearly never did.” the man said annoyed. 
“Why did he tell me his name was Adam?” I asked confused. 
“Don’t ask me. I never knew about this. All I know is he loved Maverick and loved coming for walks to the park with him, though he wasn’t supposed to. Now I know why” he said. 
“I don’t understand.. Why would he? Where is he now?” I asked, my heart beating loudly. A feeling of anger, hurt and betrayal mixed up inside me. I looked down at Maverick. He seemed upset, and low for the extremely hyper dog that he usually was. I looked up at the man waiting for him to tell me as he looked away, refusing to meet my eyes. 
“I want to talk to him. Do you have his number? Or can I meet him? Do you know where he is?” I asked still unable to process the information. The man didn’t reply as the thunder seemed to urge me to go home with violent strikes of lightning. 
“Why aren’t you answering any of my questions?” I asked him furiously unable to control my anger. 

“He’s dead.” he said quietly waiting for me to respond. When I didn’t, he continued, “He always had a weak heart. Two days ago, he had a small heart attack and the doctor advised him not to get out of bed. But he wouldn’t listen. He wasn’t supposed to go for walks but he never listened. I told him I would take Maverick for his walk but he kept saying it wasn’t about that and that he had to go. I told him I would go with him to help him but he made me promise that I wouldn’t. Last evening, he collapsed as soon as he got home. The doctors tried everything but couldn’t succeed.” he said quietly as silent tears fell from his eyes. 
My sunshine. It was gone. It was all fake. The smiles the happiness the talks, all Fake. 

“I’m sorry” Adam said to me as he stood up to leave. Tears slowly slid down my eyes, as the heavy drops fell from the sky. I sobbed quietly in the heavy rain, unable to move or think as gypsy whined quietly and curled up into my lap, the rain making it hard for me to breathe, the storm finally taking over.