"Away from the sight of your face my heart knows no rest nor respite, and my work becomes an endless toil in a shore less sea of toil.
To-day the summer has come at my window with it's sighs and murmurs; and the bees are plying their minstrelsy at the court of the flowering grove.
Now it is time to sit quite, face to face with you and to sing dedication of life in silent and overflowing leisure. "
-Rabindranath Tagore
The old doctor came and went back. Telling Shivanya to hurry up and take her to Nalanda. The only place where this life threatening disease could be cured. He gave her some medicines and concoction only to stop the bleeding for the time being. She was unstable, she could leave this materialistic life any time soon if she did not attain the required medical facilities ri
