Chapter 9Art thou abroad on this stormy night on thy
Journey of love, my friend?
The. sky groans like, one in despair.
I have no skep to-night.
—from ‘Gitanjali ‘By Rabiniranath tagore.
Minute after agonizing minute passed in cruel suspense as the three women waited. No word had they yet heard from either Raj or Sid. The unrelenting hands of clock slashed away their hopes as time crawled away on its course.
Aashi would perhaps have ran away to carry out her own search. But her mother’s urgings and Priyam’s condition bound her feet.
Both Aashi and her mother had tried to make Priyam lie down on the couch but the girl insisted she was in no need of rest. She continued sitting on the couch, crushing the thumb of her left hand with the fingers of her right. There she remained, silent as
