Today you say you have half-adopted me. What about the other half? I ask. You giggle and say, be positive, just like your blood group. I whine that the other half is shivering in the cold, feeling left out. You offer your muffler.

Your sense of humour is infectious. I have to resort to my Bihari self to complement it, else my lameness would totally turn you off. I didn't anticipate meeting you today, else I'd have returned your lunchbox filled with tiny letters instead of chocolates. Now that I have spoilt the surprise, I'd rather fill it up with something else. Surprise surprise.

Whatever it might be, trust that it will be half of what you expect. The other half will be the wait.

- हर्ष स्नेहांशु