JESSIE gave a deep sigh with a million million questions written in her eyes. “Stalin!” she said taking a deep breath. “I know what you are going through, we must leave this place
now, and it has been one month since we met, right?” “There is no point staying on,” replied Stain and winked at her as if to comfort her.

A few hours later, they were walking along the road. It had been a month since Jessie actually came out to the city proper. The little yellow rays that reached them piercing through the thick green trees elicited a great feeling on that May morning. The flowers had decorated the street they were passing through with glory, a sign of the start of the spring season. The people walking along the road appeared like woven threads making a wonderful fabric. The health conscious people of the city were enjoying their morning walks, jogs and exercises. Some even took out their pets for a morning stroll. Stalin and Jessie were now walking along the same street through which they had come to the Tibetan slum that had become their home for the past days only that this time, they were walking in the opposite direction.

“It was fall when we walked here the last time; things have changed a lot in just one month,” exclaimed Jesse. “Look at those flowers, they appear so grand.” “Yes. It is almost spring season now, it is called the season of love, you know,” added Stalin. “My mother used to tell me like that. Hear the chirping of the birds, they sound good too.”

“Hey, let’s go there, I want to see the laughing club drills over there. I always wanted to see them,” said Jessie and went to the place where they were practicing the drill. Stalin followed her and sat beside her to watch the drill too.
After the drill, they both walked slowly towards the railway station.“Do you remember this same place that day when we came last?” posed Jesse. “I seriously don’t. I was so tense about the future. It has not been that bad so far,” replied Stalin. “Oh! Not so bad? I don’t know. But yes, I enjoyed staying in that slum,” laughed Jessie. Stalin joined in the laugh. It had been a very long time since they both laughed together. “Come now, the train came. We’ll go back to our city,” said Stalin.
They both got into the trains compartment before the train started. “Why are we going back?” asked Jessie “To visit the place were me met and to find peace from all our problems,” replied Stalin. They enjoyed the journey chatting cheerfully amongst themselves. A few hours later, they got down as the train came to a halt. They were back in their own city. Soon, they were strolling along the brightly lit streets. “Stalin, I want some ice cream,” pleaded Jessie looking at an ice cream parlor. Stalin took out the last cents from his pocket and went to the ice cream parlor. He brought two ice creams and both of them continued walking as they ate their ice creams. “I am happy,” said Jessie. “I have never been so much happy for a very long time. Stalin, don’t ever leave me and go,” she pleaded. “Hey, where will I go? I will be with you,” assured Stalin. “What will you do when I die?” asked Jessie “I’ll die too. We will die together,” said Stalin. They continued to walk enjoying the beauty of the city. They reached the lake park, went inside and passed through the path that was made for pedestrians. They sat on the same bench on which they had met the first time. And what a coincidence, it was almost the same time, 6 O’clock in the evening.