Shyam awoke to a continuous knocking on the door. He opened it to find Archana, he rubbed his eyes and made certain it was not the recurring dream that had seemed to cease. He let her in, then closed the door. “I am preparing a snack and some hot milk for you.” Archanas’ voice sang with the crisp freshness of morning. “It will cost us an hour, it is already 5:00 am I have to leave at 6:00, lets rather chat for the hour and I will have breakfast at the station,” proposed Shyam. Archana covered his head with her