Mulakhavegala By Chhaya Mahajan

She left. And with her, all my hope vanished. A thousand times I have been to her home town and wandered the streets like a fakir only to retrace my steps back to the bus stand. But she never came…Some hope lingered. But with time, that too was extinguished. But I have not forgotten that moment of anguish when I realized that I had lost Rama. That memory still disturbs me. It is the same as I narrate all this. But then I changed tracks. I am the same man that I was. But ‘It is all life…’