The Ticket.

It poured as if it was racing against time.

As a teenager would jostle in a queue for a ticket. To get a hand on the ticket. Just once.

As if the ticket is their love.

Sugar

“Cheeni Kum hai.” (The sugar is low.)

I realized it after I settled into my seat.

To go back for a tsp of sugar seemed like walking that extra mile.

I started and it synchronized well with my day so far.