What if there is someone who you are missing badly and yet you have to believe that they are complete strangers to you? It hurts – even to me it does. We are sitting at Angie and Ansh’s place to hear the further narration. After having scrumptious food cooked by Dhruv and Ansh, we sit in their room. He pulls out his Mac and starts reading. 7 February In front of M that day, was a plate not full of her favourite orchids, but of lush red roses. She opened the envelope and there was nothing in this world capable of stopping her from breaking into tears. You can touch these roses now, ravishingly beautiful just as you, You can smell the perfume it produces, just the way you do, Soon, they will wither and die, just the way you will You can take that away from me. “Mithu!” “Hmm?” “Tell me how much you cried while writing this?” I didn’t answer. My answer was dumped in the dustbin around the corner. I pointed my hand to the dustbin where she saw over fifty torn pages and grinned from ear to ear.
