A mild wind is running all through the city. Fragmented floral yellows are scattered everywhere. The wind can become storm at times — the wind cannot be confined in. It cannot be bound by any ordinance. Can we transform ourselves to the keynote of the wind? Parash thought, lighting the next cigarette at his moonlit terrace. Can we live free, independent of all and alone like this wind? Can we spend our entire days without any worries or concern for future? Maya used to say, “One can’t always live alone. At least old age needs company.” This is the general rule. At least she thinks so. Maya!! What was Parash’s relation with Maya? A relationship complicated or contrary to the customs of society for many but simple as a straight line for both of them. A conditional contract for a limited time span!! There wasn’t any hollow promises or compulsion or terribly frustrating sophistication — there were (Should it be in past tense? He often wonders.) only the most ancient magic mankind ha
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