A few weeks later, a letter arrived at Meera's house. It was on a notice pad from a renowned hospital, addressed to her. Mr. Waller’s sister picked it up and, after reading it, her mood shifted from gentle to angry and emotional. She handed the letter to Meera with a stern expression.
**MR. WALLER'S SISTER**
“You are born with a curse, Meera! You are.”
Meera’s heart raced as she took the letter, her hands trembling. She opened it carefully, the weight of its words pressing down on her. The letter conveyed many things, but the most haunting were the lines of poetry from Reyansh:
“ye jism hai to kya
ye ruh ka libaaz hai,
ye dard hai to kya
tere pyaar ka hisaab hai,
ye aansu hai to kya
tujhe khone se aitraaz hai,
ye bund hai to kya
barish ki lash hai,
fanaa kiya
