Rahul had wondered how someone could love their beloved so much that their dedication to them became one of the wonders of the world.

One half of me is a hopeless romantic. The other half is well... just realistic.

His mind scolded him for his stupidity and urged him to forget her but his heart had no justifications for its stand. It remained unmoved, its solidarity unaffected, its arrogance still holding.

I eyed her like a thirsty traveler in the desert looks at a pail of water.

Love? he asked himself, giving no sense of recognition for that word in the dictionary of his mind. It was the only battle he had lost in life, the only thing that had been snatched away from him, before he could even claim it.

It was not one folly that Shakespeare talked about. If Love truly is but a myriad of follies then I have committed them all, that can mean only one thing - I loved her truly, madly, deeply!

Not watching the path where his legs took him, he walked on because he knew he had to walk ahead, leaving his past behind.