The next day was Sunday. Ayesha didn’t get any message from Arnav from the last evening. She thought that Arnav hadn’t found the letter yet. She was ashamed of her past behaviors. She wanted to apologize. On the other side, a delightful game was being cooked up in Arnav’s mind. Next day was Sunday and morning rituals were the same as any other day. Arnav got on the bus at about 8 am. His favorite seat, the window seat. It was something like that calls him to feel nature. He then took out his Air pods and streamed through his