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If you think it’s another Dev - Paro saga, then keep that out of your mind!!

… I saw her grave and she was buried underneath. The wind blew across releasing the gravitational pull on the dried & withered away leaves of the Peepal tree nearby. They reached about the height till my forehead.  And my thoughts drifted to move away from the grave. I was leaving the cemetery of my best friend whose death was a result of my deeds.
As I passed the gate to the road out there, a fellow, very meek and aged approached me. He was in Green robes of cotton, with an Indian bottom large towel, lungi,caught my attention.
He said in his coarse voice, “She loved you… But remember… She still loves you”

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