She remembered the red brick walls, standing tall between them, the blue paint peeling off from the windowpanes, the slight tip of the chimney visible from her balcony, where he saw her for the first time, her yellow dupatta waving to him in the wind. The overhead tank on her terrace, Where they held hands, stole kisses, counted stars on their fingertips, and dreamed of holding each other, for the rest of their lives. They waited for the nights to meet, to talk, to see each other under the soft light of the moon, to feel the power of love, and nourish the thoughts of being together, to eternity. Until that one NIGHT that changed everything. And she lost him, forever. The impossible became possible. She began living alone, without him. She made up reasons on his behalf, struggling to find out what happened to him that night. But he never returned. Memories good, bad, and sweet, now cling to her, like greasy oil patches, and stubborn stains, bo