Three hundred.

For Aditi.
All these lights giggling in the night were saying good bye to me, hoping I could come back soon. All these lights that had shown me the way to be safe while traveling around when I had just turned sixteen, when I was scared of living there and when I did not know if three thousand and a passport would be enough. All these lights that taught me to walk without fear in middle of the night, in middle of a holy place, in middle of hundreds of bodies being cremated. All these lights that invited me to buy litchi ice cream near the beach and share it with the moon, the sea and Theo. All these lights that seemed to be very far away from the villages around the school. All these lights that would turn on and off while Amir Khan dances in a Bollywood movie. All these lights that now hide in corners of the world and ask me to look for them.
I was never so excited of playing hide and seek or seek and seek (never, never hide)