“you’ve turned my world purple,” i say to her. “delhi’s grey skies now appear purple to me.”

“you’ve become the moon in my sky,” she says. “you brighten my life and it doesn’t hurt to interact with you.”

“you’re magic,” i reply.

we say nothing more.

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