That, and rain in autumn. The subtle sweetness of wet leaves scattered over the damp earth. Dusk and storms. Summer heat lighting, blinding and beauti...ul. All things nocturnal. They are all you to me.But we'll go back to our lives from here. To continue what we have, some things have to be kept separate, parts of us always remaining a mystery to one another.Yet, wherever we are during our days and nights apart, a part of us always stays with the other, the aftermath's echoes rippling through. I was waiting for her at Dange Chowk, excited. We had shared numbers so I called her to know her whereabouts. She came with a scarf around her face. Let me describe her. She is 5’3”, fair, cute brown eyes, healthy and an ass of 40. We went to a nearby café, ate pizza, talked a lot and got comfortable with each other.After a lot of talks, we bid goodbye. But I wanted to meet her again. So I asked her out on Sunday. She wanted to meet too. So we met at Birds Valley. I asked her the reason to be. Itneme Seema uthkar khadi ho gayi aur boli mai sone ja rahi hu muze bahut nind aa rahi hai aur itna kahakar ek angdai le li. Mere to hosh ud gaye. Wo muze smile dekar chali gayi. Muze mera plan kamyab hote dikh raha tha. Mukesh uski taraf dekh raha tha Itneme maine mere glass me se sharab fenk di. Aur Mukesh ki taraf dekhkar bola jaldise khtm kar de. Aur ek peg marenge. Lekin hua kuchh ultahi. Mukesh bola yaar Raj aab muzse nahi piye ja raha. Chahiye tu baithke aaramse pi lena. Aur baadme so. “Not that I don’t want you to come over, but I have nowhere to put you. You’d barely fit on my bed, and my couch is scarcely large enough for a human to sleep on.”“We can find a way to make it work,” she protested, “worst case scenario we can sleep together on the floor.”“I don’t have an air mattress or a sleeping bag for you though.”Kofe patted her belly with her giant hand, grinning at him and baring her sharp teeth.“You can use me as a mattress. I have a lot of cushion.”“Yeah, I can see.