Aashna was short of words. She kept staring at Abeer as if she was still processing his words. But in fact, she was happy that he finally said something so sincere and with such ease. She understood this feeling of wanting to be at ‘home’ with friends. She herself had craved it throughout her childhood. The processing part, on the other hand, was being done by Abeer. A sudden questionable afterthought struck him as he stared back at her.

Aashna tried brushing off his overthinking with a soft smile. “I’m glad you feel that way. Home. That’s what true friends are supposed to be, right?”