With a lady on bed with a probable fracture, Trisha was locked in the beautiful snow. The very snow which had seemed enticing a few moments ago felt like an enemy right now. "Ok, Trisha, keep your wits about you, you are a smart girl"- she perked herself up. She boiled some water and poured it into a hot water bottle and packed Pyari in a heap of blankets and duvets. Then she decided to walk towards the road and try to find someone, praying for Srinivas to return.

She herself packed up for the bitter cold. She tossed the lone coin she had and heads for East, tails for West....