Pranjali was sitting at the table next to a large window in the restaurant. She was staring at the tip of the burning candle standing in the middle of the table as its flame flickered again with the opening of the door.
Vivaan slapped the CPU in frustration and struck the table with mouse in his desperate attempt to revive his computer again. The picture on the screen seemed to have broken into tens of pieces and intermittent blue lines had appeared on screen.
Raghav looked at Anjali and his heartbeats missed their rhythm. Every time? He sighed. She was sitting with her friends on the alternate table diagonal to him in the college canteen. Raghav twirled his fork inside his steaming plate full of noodles and