In an unseen, magical, dreamlike moment, the heart suddenly feels lighter. A strange sensation spreads the fragrance of happiness within its cage. It awakens the enchantment of love. Gazing at the radiant sky of twilight, the heartbeat unknowingly trembles. All across the heart, there rises an overwhelming sense of someone’s absence.

This emptiness has no name, no color, no form. Yet, when evening descends upon the city, that emptiness dissolves into the yellow haze of neon lights. Lost in thought, Megh quietly asks herself:

“Whom do I miss? And why do I miss at all?”

Like the endless, weeping sky of monsoon, the questions too are nearly shattered—answers are hard to find. And yet, at times, it feels as though she is bound within someone’s embrace, tightly held, as a voice whispers again and again into her ears:

“I will love you until the end of my days.”