|Innaya|
I blinked my eyes repeatedly to send back those tears. It was not s time to feel emotional. I wondered why his little action such as bringing apple slices, made me feel touched. It was no big deal yet.
Perhaps it revived my memory with Grandpa. Back then, whenever I needed to visit hospitals or clinics, grandpa would carry a lunch box with apple slices. If we had to wait, he would never let me wait in the lobby for our number, rather we would sit in our car, with me having those slices.
Eshan's knowledge about me and my habits could not be doubted. He must have known it too. However, it oddly made me feel his sincerity rather than feeling stalked.
"What's wrong?" Eshan asked as he put back the lid on the Tiffin.
I shook my head in denial. I doubted if I spoke, he would know the truth from my voice. So, I smiled at him, turned around as I wiped the treacherous tear that escaped through my eye, and took the passenger seat in the car.
