They stood facing each other. Her presence always gave him that sanguine relaxation that nobody else could. Al his troubles,and for that matter, hers, seemed to have locked themselves in the deepest dungeons of their psyche. It always was that ways.

He felt she was the only person he could talk to without any effort.The realization that none of them would judge the other on the basis of what they said was the reason they always felt free and without any strain in each others presence.

"Hows it been going for you?" - she asked.

"Good." - he replied.

That mono-syllabic reply was what she expected, and he didn't let her down. He knew she would merge the word with the tone and come up with a conclusion that would exactly match how he truly felt.She realized after a moment of profound analysis, that this time around, he wasn't lying.