The next time we meet, I shall ask you to walk with me. Walk through the paved lanes around Hussain Sagar and sit on the mildly moist grass with me again. I am beginning to forget the last time we did it. There is some distant memory of warmth and cuddle, of some relationship that used to make me laugh in my sleep.
Let's explore if those people live within us still. Let's sit by the lake side and watch the kids. Hand in hand, let's sit still.