Issac writes

Love in the Rain- A sketch on a dark window pane A friend of mine, I won’t call her a friend. Say, a Twitter acquaintance, we have been a part of a few online spaces and must have met at a mutual friend’s birthday party. That’s where we come to know, oh! we live nearby, around the corner around a km apart. But since there isn’t any sexual attraction or physical friction, both of us aren’t that excited about the whole thing.   But then days pass by and one odd day, around 10 pm, I get a text from her, hey, where are you? I am like, hey I am home! She says, would you like to meet right now, if you are busy we can do it some other day. Now, I am like I had an altogether different plan and there was this sudden urge to say no, as it was already 10, and without sexual friction in the equation, I didn’t want to sacrifice my Netflix and drinks plan.   But then the Covid-19 pandemic made me empathic like those two years were some horrible times. I remember crying buckets and seeing people die,