(From the archives)
I stumbled upon a small piece of text hidden in my Google Drive, dating back to the summer of 2019 - it feels like a lifetime ago.
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As the Howrah Bridge rose above the horizon, she inched closer, clasping my arm. We knew the journey was coming to an end. A sudden uneasiness started to grow within me. I no longer sensed her tight grasp, the warmth from her purple sweater or swaying of the bus overtaking traffic on the Strand Road. A familiar aroma then filled my surroundings. As I tried to look further, my vision was blurred by a blanket of rain. The sensory tussle quickly came to an end as I felt another cold spray of water against my face. Waking up with a shudder, I noticed my wife towel-drying her hair after her shower. I stood up and hugged her tightly. Upon releasing she noticed tears in my eyes and asked, “Were you crying!?”.
“No…, it's your wet hair”, I lied.
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