Monsoon

When Naina flew from Delhi to Mumbai for a job interview, a weak bond had tugged at her heart, begging her to stay in this city for a bit longer.

She wanted nothing more than ignore that pull. "Face the interview and jump on next flight out," was the mantra she had been chanting. After all, it was only a stupid hope that had made her accept the interview call in the first place.

Mumbai was once home for Naina.

But was it her home now?
Especially when she had ran away from there a decade ago?
Was there a chance she could call it home once again?

If anything, she knew, leaving is never easy, but harder than that, is to return.