You ask me why I want to drop you to the airport. That you are an independent woman and you don't need help, and for God's sake, no chivalry. It's not chivalry, I say. It's selfishness at best. I don't wish to let go of even a second that could have been spent with you. The hour long Uber ride, the city whizzing past like a mosaic of our memories of these couple of weeks spent together. Your head on my shoulders, my head on yours, your toes clutching mine, our hands wrapped.

It's not selfishness, you say. It's that corny word we disregard but secretly want. Love. After all, what is love if not the desire to stay just a little bit longer?

- हर्ष स्नेहांशु