No distance of place
Or lapse of time
Can lessen the
Love
Of those
Who are thoroughly
persuaded
Of each other's worth.
-Robert Southey
"Excuse me, is this Amanda Ashram?" Nair dismounted his horse to look at the modest building built out of clay and hay. His question directed at the man cleaning the yard outside.

"Yes" That was all he said, without looking up. Not that Nair cared about small talks or greetings anymore. No! His sanity was about to be split into two, if the physical exhaustion of this long journey wasn't enough already.
He had charged through miles without rest or water, searched every known hermitage of every small town and city between Kashi, Mathura, Gwaliyor but there was absolutely nothing.
When he had left Bundi in search of Meena, his lone hope was
