Prologue
“Maybe she had it wrong all this time and her empty heart could never be filled by his ingenious broken spirit. Maybe this yearning had nothing to do with him, and everything to do with her.”
′ He’d held me captive , within his peculiar aura. His acts all perturbing me, making me go all weak in the knees. It wasn’t like before it was a beginning to a beautiful story which was labelled to be incomplete ′
I got up from the desk , cold zephyr making my teeth clatter and a shiver made its way to my spine. The chill of Darjeeling had an atmospheric luster maintained all throughout the year. It didn’t stop me from ’going out in the garden anyway and I lay there , flat ,on the ground looking at the horizon over me.
Life gave you all sorts of situations to deal with. I was given two such really horrible ones , first which tortured me , and another which turned me into a crumbling mess. You don’t have any choices in real life it’s all in the flick of a minute. Isn’t it horrendous that the thing which is wrong feels atrociously right to you in your own unique way ?
This story is all about that wrong which felt incredibly right and the right which was in truth extremely wrong. It had to end and so it did.
It was destiny.
Me getting married.
His death.
I’m happy that for once God took a thing away from me that I detested the most.
My husband.
