One bike on its centre stand. A million mosquitoes. Two extremely mad people - one who I believe belongs to the old world and the other resembles a round, orange vegetable. A free flowing conversation. Two kinds of laughter, don't know which is contagious. A walk to the bus stop. The same question unanswered and that's how it should be. A sense of comfort and understanding. A ride back home.

A friendship that's magical.