The seasons of the country are loosing their importance. Forgetting their own traits they are embracing others. The untimely rain of winter was washing away all the tiredness of the town. The sparrows were shivering under the shade pipul leaves. The street dog was taking its daily nap at the sunshade of Khanna's house. It's a grey afternoon indeed. Disha wearing a feather jacket took that blue umbrella and stepped out from her house. Auntie noticed her but didn't utter a word. It was nothing new for Disha, she was habituated with it. Actually, Disha believed that it was because the members of her family loved her too much. So, it was quite natural for them to get angry by Disha's decision. May be they're not actually angry, they were just hurt. They believed that there was no point to live on the skeleton of a dead relationship. Disha should move on. Disha was smart and educated, she had a prestigious job--- so why should she spend her...