Walking back from the market tonight, holding your hand and a bottle of coke in the other, listening to you complain about Bollywood and talking excitedly. I walked next to you, smiling at you, like in movies when the camera dramatically zooms into the protagonist in the last shot and the other person's voice fades out to be replaced by happy inspirational music. That's what it was. I was content, I was happy to be the girl whose hand you wanted to hold.
The last stretch to home I walked alone, still remembering how you smiled at me when you said bye, and I watched horrible bangalore weather become a windy paradise.
I'm happy, today :)