Rajeev looked at himself in the mirror. He has changed.
That decimated man who came to the village has now transformed into a lively man. His grafted cheeks fluttered. Eyes had a new spark. His skinny body was full with a new energy. He could fell his heart pounding with a new rhythm of life. He could see the old Rajeev reeling with strength five years ago standing across the mirror and smiling at him. The old man with vigor and glory grinned at the new man who was rediscovering himself.
You are doing well. He congratulated. Soon you will become what you were five years ago.
Rajeev smiled back at his mirror image. I will. Now I have my Mridula back.
He remembered that evening when he lost her; he lost all the essence of his life. It was their second wedding anniversary. As usual she
