The kid then realized that he had forgotten something, but what could he do now for glass once broken and words once spoken are both beyond repair. He would remember that day till he dies. The rains would remind him of the shame and humiliation, mixed with the grief of having forgotten the death of his sister.

Nights, were longer than days, spent with reasons known or unknown, with human intuitions or animal instincts, whatever it was, it was perfectly allright. He had never been able to guess what she felt at night, but in the morning she had that innocent smile on her face, a smile that implied that she was unaware of anything that happened. In the daytime, she would occasionally brush against him like a hungry cat but otherwise keep distance lest the world should know about the well-kept secrets of an untold love. Despite being a secret, many knew too, the palm trees knew, the windows knew, the steps on which they sat, knew and the rain that touched her, knew about their forbidden love. But, they wouldn't tell. It would remain a secret forever.