"…I am the midnight of forgotten memories. I am the caucus of her life. She has hidden me from her view as if testing my passion to be with her. I feel overwhelmed when she stares at me with urge so strong yet regret, much stronger with Anjali had lost her husband a few years back. He was just a partner for the world. But to her he was her sunflower for whom she bloomed daily. He was the Dew on her rose. He was the star to her moon.…"