3×1=3

There’s a first time for everything. It was the first time I fell in love three times in one night. First with Latino music and dance that they played at that charming long story short. Probably the last thing one would expect at the end of a quiet street in a Catholic town! Then with the lovely burchaak that I kept drowning myself in. And then finally, almost like a grand finale, I fell head over heels watching the movie “Chicago” in that open air theatre. Something changed. I was freezing but I knew that this time, the fire wasn’t going to burn out.