"I came here everyday to play ... I kept my bicycle here and played cricket ..." He told his wife , pointing towards the huge apartment.
He had come to Varanasi, where he had spent his adolescent years, for official work .
"There was a small house here and the adjoining playground used to teem with people in the evenings.... "
He could not tell about her... his first love ... How he longed to see her standing on the roof of the house... her sweet smile, her long hair , which she combed while looking at him....
She was looking so beautiful the day she got married. He had gone to meet her with the other boys. As he gave her the gift, she touched his hands for the first time ... her eyes were full of tears... He will never forget her gaze ...
As he started to leave, he saw the tree which she used to water everyday. It was in full bloom now with white champa flowers . The fragrance was permeating everywhere .
He touched the tree.
She whispered "I am still here ...... Feel me, inhale my fragrance .... "
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