We were
sitting on the porch of our one storied house when Firoz thought he heard her
voice. The wind had started blowing strong by then and I asked him to come
inside the house. He reluctantly joined me in. He kept quiet, perhaps still
thinking about Divya. Divya, who used to be her best friend until she had Jay
in her life. I never realized Firoz had special feelings for Divya, probably he
himself never realized. But the way he had been hearing her voice through the
wind and reading her name on the cloud left no doubts in my mind or in his
heart about the truth.
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