‘Yes, she did!’ Yodhya mused. However, she knew better than to say this. The tragedy of time often introduces people to the situation where they have to take the opposite road. It is the marked segment when even after experiencing perfect harmony in heart and brain: one has to rely on pretence and hinting indicators—for any moment can be the deciding moment. Presently, Yodhya was to experience the same sets that she had once read in novels, watched on televisions, and heard from her ancestors.
‘No, I don’t!’ She spoke instead, smelling the fishiness in the air already. The time had brought her a fresh rush of adrenaline. Magically, her brain was working faster.
‘I think you are right, Javid. I don’t know why didn’t I think of this before. The truth was right under my eyes. I
