This is a true story, stranger than fiction. Perhaps, it is one of the most difficult riddles of life, that I have come across; and yet another one, which you will read a little later on.
Three of us were childhood friends; Bepsy , Roshan a young doc and Armin, that's me.
Bapsy was the only child of her parents, needless to say, they doted upon her. She was fair, pretty and artistic in nature.
Roshan's parents lived elsewhere. She was appointed as a doctor with the Indian Railways, she was slim and pretty too. Secretly I wished one of my friends would marry my elder brother, though I was never vocal about this.
I was the youngest and was still pursuing my studies, at Bombay, where I had a third friend who was also on my secret list for becoming a Bhabhi

Every vacation we met and spend a lot of time together we would go on long strolls in the evening, the Railway colony was beautiful, studded with colourful and scented flowers and many fruit trees, this made it an ideal place to stroll or cycle; or we walked specially along the railway tracks, to the Wanki River, in Bulsar. Sometimes before a train would pass by, we would quickly put a coin on the track. It would flatten and become a deshaped piece. Once Rajdhani was about to pass by and we put the coin and moved out, its speed and momentum made us sway. We couldn't find the coin, on searching it we were shocked to see it embedded into the track.

We would sometimes collect dry branches with thorns, of the Mehndi plant to paint them silver, gold or green and decorate them with beads or candle wax drops(drops of wax from a coloured candle, into cold water form beautiful...