Chapter 1

15 Nov 2018, 
Malad East, 
Mumbai - 097 
Love and friendship are the secret ingredients to make any 
story great. So first, let's start with friendship. 
Malar and Sagar.  
This story wouldn't have begun if they were not born in the 
same building, Ganesh Bhuvan Housing Society, precisely 24 
years ago. Malar was born first, in 1994 in the A-wing of the 
building, and two years later, in 1996, Sagar was born in the B
wing of the building. 
Now, 24 years later, Malar and Sagar are friends, and the best 
thing about their relationship is that they are genuine with each 
other. There is no contradiction or confusion between them. 
They both exactly know what they mean to each other, and 
never try to change each other when they are together on their 
building terrace.  
The building terrace plays the hero to Malar and Sagar, and it 
is the hero of our story too. That day they are supposed to meet 
there. 

It was 6 p.m.  
Sagar received Malar's text. 
"How much time will you take? I am already upstairs?"  
Sagar read the message but didn't reply. Instead, he got out of 
his house and reached the terrace in the next 129 seconds. 
Malar stood in the corner and looked down at how rickshaws, 
bikes, cars, buses, and humans were just running.  
"I don't want to run anymore in life." 
Sagar just went and stood next to her. They both didn't speak 
anything for the next few minutes. They just let their eyes do 
the talking. 
15 minutes passed, and for the first time in the history of their 
friendship, awkwardness took space between them. Without 
saying a word, they went and sat next to each other on the 
water tank of their terrace. From there, they could only see the 
sun going down. 
Malar knew she had to start the conversation that day. The 
sun had set; the sky had turned a mix of orange and blue. Birds 
were returning to their trees, and amidst this, Malar asked, 
"What was her answer..?" 
Sagar was waiting for her to ask that question. He looked at 
her and said, "She said she didn't expect such a thing from me. 
She saw me just as a friend, and nothing could ever happen 
between us. She also requested me to end all this; otherwise, 
she would tell everything to Rupali didi." 

Malar expected such a reply because it was apparent. She 
said, "I told you. It was way too early to send her such a love 
letter". 
Sagar got furious and in a loud voice explained, "See Malar, 
Nothing can be done now, the letter has already been sent, and 
she has replied to it. So please don't tell me whether it is too 
early or too late." 
Malar raised her voice now, "If you think that way then forget 
about her and move on. You can't force someone to love you. 
Got it?" 
"Malar, it's effortless for you to say all this because you have 
Nimit who loved you every day for the past seven years. But 
with me it's different. I had been searching for the girl I loved in 
college. It took me five years to move on from her and fall in 
love with Devaki, but even she rejected me plainly." 
"Sagar, what happened in college with your girlfriend was 
beyond your control. In fact, you can't control whether Devaki 
will accept your love or not, such things are not in our control." 
Sagar couldn't argue further because what Malar said was 100 
percent right. They both became silent again. 
Malar also needed to accept what she said a few minutes ago. 
She needed to practice what she preached, "We can't control 
such things." She knew she couldn't control what was 
happening in her life for the past one year. 
She took a deep breath and broke the news to Sagar. 
"I broke up with Nimit last month." 

By now, the sky was completely black, and it was dark all 
around. But somewhere in the corner between the clouds, the 
moon in its most excellent form, smiled, looking at Sagar and 
Malar.