I smile at the memory, even though Lulu, who had been so right about me that day, was wrong about it. Yael had trained as a paratrooper in the Israel Defense Forces, and once described what it felt like to jump out of a plane: flying through the air, the wind everywhere, the exhilaration, the speed, your stomach in your throat, the forced landing. . It always seemed like the right way to describe how things felt with girls: that wind and the euphoria, the rush, the desire, the free fall. The abrupt end.
However, oddly enough, that day with Lulu didn't feel like falling at all. It felt like it was coming.
Nawal and I drink our tea and listen to music, we talk about the upcoming elections in India and the upcoming soccer tournaments. The sun shines through the canopy roof and we sit quietl
