A series of love stories which were almost... Days of silence between the two of us was washed out on that day when we talked for the first time, well, it was almost a talk.
This time, when I was traveling alone, going back to my parent's place, my two forms of writing mixed up. I had another almost while waiting for the Bus driver to whistle.
At the traffic signal, a man used to count the time in his mind along with the displayed countdown, waiting eagerly for it to turn Green again. Read on to find out why he used to count the time along with the timer and why once he wanted the time to stop there.