I still kept giving, giving, day in and out. But all went in vain, when all she beheld were doubts. Doubts of an uncertain tomorrow, so she told me, ‘I have to go.’ My dreams, my wishes, my love were shattered in a single blow. I stood by the balcony, looking into the thin air. I clung on to her picture, crying silently so that no one saw. All I begged of my fate, was a sight of her. Occupied with things important, she had moved on well in life. It was never tough for her, for I was another man by her side. She thought I must be over her by then; least was she aware that I died each day. I
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