After all these thoughts came spontaneously in my mind, I decided to go and meet her one last time before she left. It might be the last time in my life but I was only hoping that I shouldn't be. For all those days we were very close and even though it was very hard to hide my love, it was somehow bearable as we chat and met almost everyday. I borrowed my friend Miki's bike and rushed to the bus station. On my way, I was thinking of how I would live my life when we were apart. My only consolation was that even when we were together our hearts were million miles apart so even if she left for Mumbai, if we kept in touch, it would be bearable. I was not her lover, we were just friends-only for about five months- so would she really care to keep in touch with me?While thinking of all those, I reached the station in no time.
