Missing a few stairs and escaping a couple of falls, I managed to reach the coffee shop unhurt. The place was deserted at 9 a.m., which was quite a contrast from what I was used to seeing. It was usually full of people all hours of the day. It was a Saturday morning, and most people either begin their day late or super early on weekends in Melbourne. Adira sat at the corner table. It had an unhindered view of the street outside, which was also quiet as compared to the other days. She felt my presence in the coffee shop as I walked towards her, and turned her face towards me. I froze midway and could not take my eyes off her. She was dressed in a bright-yellow salwar suit with her beautiful, long hair spread loosely over her back. She looked more beautiful than I had ever seen her before. Adira gave me a warm smile. I observed that her almond-shaped eyes were beautifully lined with dark streaks of kajal. She also wore a sparkly golden bindi on her forehead. It was not the first tim...