I shouldn’t have pushed it. My knees are protesting after non-stop action for three hours. Getting back to routine is hard on the body but good for my soul. I had avoided playing basketball at the club, reading books, and doing all the things I’d enjoyed earlier because I couldn’t muster the willpower to concentrate. But being miserable is not romantic. It makes you lose respect for yourself. I need to earn it back.
I take out my change of clothes and mobile from the locker of the Yeshwant club. I should shower first. Giving a glance at my mobile, I stop. It’s Nancy’s message. She never messages me. After our last encounter at my house, I pondered her intentions. One thing was clear, she knew what she did to me.
Even when we were not friends after our break-up, I never disliked her. But
