A Summer Romance

It started, as it usually does, with a trip.  The thing with these romances is, that you can clearly remember the first moment you saw that person. So do I.

I was in a bus with a bunch of others, most of who were affected by motion sickness. I was passing my time trying to rouse people enough to play some sort of a game when, out of the blue, a hand appeared in my field of vision.

“Hi. Neel.” He smiled and introduced himself.

I was captivated.

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