PRESENT
"Your bags please"
The airport security check stopped my running mind. No wonder how fast the time had gone, as we arrived towards the Santiago International Airport, it felt like only ten minutes before, we had been in our house, in her bed, reciting who Malavika was.
Juliet needed a bit of explanation to deal with. Whilst I did say she didn't need to come, and that wasn't necessary, she was stubborn. Almost pushing of Juliet and his thoughts, she packed and left for my home, a week before the flight itself.
"I have had enough. He nags me a lot"
"You broke up?"
"At the verge...of it"
I didn't know what to say. Either it was my fault.
But while pushing down the cornflakes with milk, she talked,
"Nah, it's not you. I haven't been feeling comfortable either. And who the hel
