June- After the first rain of the monsoon, as the remnants of a downpour slowly dripped down the leaves onto the ledge, splashed onto the window in a thousand droplets and slid down into an indistinguishable pool, I thought about you. I remembered the rainy days and how unromantic the rain felt when we were just trying to get home as fast as we can and make some hot coffee and warm our hands on the cup. I wanted to ask you if it was raining there as well. I didn’t. You wouldn’t like it.
July- new city, new people. I remembered how I met you for the first time. Have you made new friends? I wanted to ask.