The dust- covered alley was noway simply a hallway for Imdad. It was a quiet library of moments, where recollections settled gently, the way dust does after a long, exhausting day. nearly between transitory grins and words left unsaid, the narrow lane had come a silent substantiation to a connection neither of them had ever dared to define. Kali was no longer just a girl from the neighborhood, and Imdad was no longer just a familiar presence. What bound them floated in an uncertain space — undetermined, yet incontrovertibly heavy.
