London ka offer Arav ki desk par pada tha, aur kamre mein ek bhari khamoshi thi. Yeh wahi mauka tha jiska har writer saalon intezar karta hai, par iske saath ek badi keemat judi thi do saal ka contract, aur London ki doori.

"Do saal, Arav," Meera ne dheere se kaha, wo khidki ki taraf dekh rahi thi jahan se Mumbai ki baarish ab ek purani yaadon ki tarah lag rahi thi. "Yeh koi chota waqt nahi hai."