Chapter 27To feel my hand so kindly prest,
To know myselfbelovedat last,
To think vy heart has found a rest,
My lift of solitude is past!
But then to wake and find it flown,
The dream of happiness destroyed,
To find myself unloved, alone,
‘What tongue can speakthe dreary void?
— Dreams by Anne ‘Bronte
‘Aashi? You’ve been crying? What happened?’ Abhi asked as soon as she opened the door for him. His briefcase was quickly put down on the floor as he freed his hand to wipe away her tears.
‘I hate Raj!’
‘What happened?’ Abhi asked, ‘Did Raj call? What did he say? Why are you crying? He’ll be back, I’ll make him come back!’
‘Raj is back! But it’d have been better had he never returned!’ she cried out.
‘He’s back? Oh, I mean, that’s great. Why are you crying then?’ Abhi asked, wipin
