Half an hour later, I quietly tiptoed into our bedroom, where Ravi was asleep. He looked so sweet, and knowing that I would never see this sight again, broke my heart. I gently touched his shoulder to wake him up.
In the taxi, we sat as close as possible to each other. It didn’t matter anymore what our Indian-Muslim driver thought! Ravi embraced and pulled me to him tightly. He didn’t stop stroking and caressing me, longing for everything and every piece of me. I was sure about one thing; he didn’t want to let me go, not at all, not yet. Then the next thing I noticed was the taxi slowing down; we arrived at the airport. Ravi got out, crossed the road, and nervously lit a cigarette on the sidewalk.
Meanwhile, I wondered in that darkness of dawn, how is it possible that I finally find a ma
