If I make an attempt, would you like to reunite with me?
Would you blush again when we exchange glances
And giggle when you get my text every other minute
We might again start calling each other in the midnight
Nine O five. Numbers are echoing in Vikram’s head. He hardly believes that this has actually occurred. Fifth room on the Ninth floor. Although he couldn’t be more excited, he is skeptical at the same time. Ambivalent about the consequences. Should he knock on the door- question hovering over his mind. He is…