After the beatiful night they spend together in the coach.They exchanged numbers on the platform in Delhi while the morning crowd pushed around them. Priya’s fingers lingered a second longer than necessary when she typed her number into his phone. Rohan saved it under her full name, then looked at her one last time before she disappeared into a cab.

The first call came that same evening. Then another the next night. Then almost every night. They talked about nothing important at first how the conference was going, the weather, the noise of the city until the conversations slowly turned softer, quieter, more honest.