September 14. “Where have you been?”

“Around.”

“Do you realize that you have not written me a line in almost a week?”

“I just realized. I am sorry.”

“I don’t think you’re interested in me anymore. You don’t love me anymore. And you don’t even want to talk to me!”

“It’s not like that, Button. I love you and I love talking with you. I felt you were bored of me and wanted to give you a break.”

“I don’t like breaks. I don’t want breaks. I love talking with you.”

“I’ll remember that in the future. I am sorry.”

“I missed you. I really did.”

“Puchku is badly hurt. He has a biggish wound on his neck. It seems a stray came and bit him but the chief of WSD came, examined him and said he has a fungal infection.”

“Will Puchku get well?”

“I hope he does.”

“The monsoons this time has been really heavy. Is that the reason why Puchku’s got a fungal infection?”

“Possible. You’re right—the rain this time round has been playing havoc.”

“Now give me a high-five.”

“Here you go…”