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November is creeping up to an end and the nights in Bangalore are getting colder. A slight gust of air nips my cheeks, rendering them numb. There is something about winter- a certain magic that the crisp air brings, the slight bite in the air that makes all the difference and if I close my eyes I could almost feel you here. I can almost hear you laugh and then groan about how lame my puns are, and my chest starts to hurt.

I remember the first time I saw you on the staircase and the way you stumbled. I remember laughing awkwardly and then trying to run away but you stopped me and said one thing, and then I said another and the next thing I knew, I wanted to spend the rest of my life in the middle of that conversation.

Faint notes of a piano drift in amongst the rustling of the leaves. Being with you was easy ever since the beginning. Effortless, even. The more time we spent together I realised I found someone absolutely nuts, in the best way.

A honk and a flash of headlights bring me out of my stupor, and there you are. The shadows of the trees lining the street fall across your face and you run a hand through your hair in frustration and even though we’re supposed to be fighting, my heart skips a beat at the sight of you.

Another bitter gust of wind, this one stronger. Somewhere someone is burning some wood, and its earthy smell envelops me. A tear streams down my face. Despite all that happened, I am ever so glad you stopped me that day on the staircase because I cannot imagine ever not knowing you.

I am going to miss you, I know.

If you love someone you should, let them know

The light that you give me, would ever glow.