Early morning. The phone rang with a dark news. My junior committed suicide. Reason unknown. He kept an young lady without even giving a thought about her. A simple imbalance in them created the mess. People gossips about it. No one thinks from her side. Love isn't one-sided. It needs two heart. What if I loose her suddenly. My bloods are moving down. Feeling cold. My wife arrives with a cup of coffee. She isn't aware about him. They tied a knot in the auspicious day of Bhaibeej. She is Maharashtrian and he from Simla.
I...