Three years ago, Ananya Iyer and Rajshekhar Malhotra parted ways when she moved to New York . They meet again at a wedding, neither expecting to face the other. As they struggle to gain closure, they realize that perhaps closure may not look as they thought it should. Updates will be sporadic, due to my uncertain and busy schedule as a student. I will try to be as regular as possible though, and I hope you stick with me through the duration of this story.

I thought this was a kitchen garden. said Khushi as she fumbled with the shovel. It is he said, his attention focussed on rooting the mint sprig. Why am I planting chrysanthemums then? She said, not a little frustrated. She was expecting to hear his footsteps, but instead she felt him walk towards her, kiss her top of her head before walkin.

White Moon Chalked in the Inky Sky. Musings in the silence of the night. He looked out the window of the bus, allowing the ungentle wind to wipe over his face. Drawing in a deep breath, he watched a chain of streetlights, a few roadside vendors and houses that lined the roads, pass him in a blur. Leaning further towards the window he. Weighed down by sadness, he slouched in his seat and threw his head back. The cool metal of the rod touched his nape and he closed his eyes.