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- Fall -

Monday

June 19th, 1995

Dear Diary,

Kartik was about to make the payment that father came and stopped him. I guess we were bit late. A lot late. Dadi had left me. It was too much for me. I couldn't handle it. The clouds of despair were always upon me. 

First my mother and now my grandmother. My left eye left a tear to fall. Then another. The clouds of despair rejoiced as I shed tears. I was too tired. I followed the tears to the ground. I fell. But in his arms. I never expected that he would do this.

 And he was the last person I wanted to fell in the arms of. He was...  

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