Nostalgia in the time of COVID-19

As she left I realised that there’s a month before the new session begins, so we have to meet at least once in Delhi. So I went over to one of my friends, to whom words came like the morning breeze. He used to write poems, he remembered lyrics from songs, he read a lot and most importantly he helped friends like me who couldn’t think beyond saying “Would you like to go out with me?”.