It was a cold and busy December evening of one fine day. The second hand had already taken a few tick tocks round the watch when we could finally manage to steal a room to safely park the scooter. Everybody and everything else were so ordinarily busy in their own ordinary way. We had ourselves stand at the red-checkered pavement watching the lights flicker away as the traffic slowly swayed across us. And right at that moment when my emotions were least vulnerable, my heart felt his humble warmth as he stooped down to his knees just to fix my undone shoelace.
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