After many years, I finally saw Pratik. Well, I wouldn’t exactly call it a meeting. It was more like I just caught a glimpse of him. But why did he act like he didn’t see me this morning? Or maybe he genuinely didn’t notice me? A flood of questions filled my mind. Even after he walked away, I found myself staring at his retreating figure for what seemed like a long time, not really knowing why. And then it hit me—just like before, when he entered and left my life, today felt exactly the same. I had wanted to talk to him, at least once, but what could I do? He left before I could say anything. And ever since that day, for some reason unknown even to me, at exactly seven in the morning, my feet would automatically lead me to the dairy. A strange pull had been drawing me there for the last eight days. Today, I left the house hoping, as always, that maybe I would run into him. And that’s exactly what happened!