He got drenched in rain for while riding, only so we could have lunch together.

And he was ready to leave for home, until I said - 5 mins more. 5 mins more of holding hands, 5 mins more of being close. Followed by 5 days of not seeing him again, 5 days of the same colourless life, 5 days of just living through it. Or maybe 5 days of carrying the weight of the world, each of us on our own.

Those 5 mins turned into an hour at Mahanadi. It was still drizzling but nothing beats its charm. I was pulling him along, he was just following me around, quietly holding my hand.

And like always, I kept saying "just 5 mins more" no matter how long he had already been there. Do I know it's troublesome? Yes. Do I know it's tiring? Yes. 

Though all mature that I claim to be, in that moment I don't want to be. I just want him to stay a little longer.

Is it love or am I making things tough for him? Human emotions are hard to comprehend. I'm trying to become better. I'm trying to not trouble him more with my thoughts.
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but hey? Who am I without my antics. Do I promise I won't do it again? Maybe. Maybe not. What I can think of is lowering the time to one minute down the next time. And keep lowering it until I reach a point of satisfaction.

Mahanadi has seen so many stories, yesterday it witnessed ours.

Evening, Him and 5 mins more ft. Mahanadi ( story time )