The sun had set by the time we got on our bikes. We took the scenic route back, the wind biting our cheeks. It started to rain softly and the lights of lampposts blurred in front of us. We passed many neighborhoods, a tour of our various years in the city: the year we moved, the year we had no friends and went to every museum, the year we met Ravi and ate out with him almost daily.
That night, when we’d changed for bed and Manu set on the floor rolling a joint, I could barely recall anything from the brunch.
Did you have a good day? I asked.
Great, he said. I loved our ride back.
It might go on my list—the scenic bike ride. But I didn’t know whether it was sturdy enough to stand its ground, the two of us biking around a foreign city.
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