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  It's Janaki.  Ram saw her for the first time when she came to his room. He was rearranging the things on the dressing table and saw her through the mirror - A tall woman with yellow kurta and long hair, with two golden bangles on one hand and a watch on the other. "Hi, sorry, I didn't mean to disturb..", she said. "No, that's fine. So, you must be Janaki?" She smiled. "Yes, that's right. This is your room?" "Well, if you like it, then no longer mine." Then he gave a mini tour of the room - the sunlight through windows, attached washroom, wooden cupboard, a small chair and table setup for studying.  "Thanks, I will go downstairs." Janaki told him. "Sure."  Ram parents had to give away his room for rent as they were struggling financially, in which Janaki moved in. Janaki did not like the hostel of her college, especially the food. Ram's house was nearer to her college.  After helping Janaki with the shifti...

  It's Kalyani. "Hey, wake up! Do you know what time it is!?", she is shouting and kicking him. "Ah! Stop it! Don't you have any other work? Why come to my house and hit on me?" Ram rubs his eyes, and sits upright on the cot, with his legs still glued to the floor. He is not aware due to the thick bed sheet, but the Sun has started glaring at him. "Anger huh? Why did you come to my house yesterday then? You did not have any other work?" "When I have come?" "Yes, yes, right. You did not come up. Go and get freshened up."  But it is easier said than done for Ram to freshen up. He takes time these days to do even the tiniest things. His mind is left alone to take decisions as his heart is not available. The poor, broken heart is still trying to recover and reorganize.  Ram walks slowly and picks up the towel from the pile of clothes in the brown wooden chair beside his single bed. He tries to close the window.  "Leave that to ...