It gulps me, swallows too,
Inside the hollow of carbon and rising fumes,
It leaves the hallowing memories in its dust;
The incision of my memories,
Reminiscing journey...
I should have asked her months ago. But I have been preoccupied with my family’s concerns. How will you protect your wife in that unknown place? What will you do if someone harms her? You have no experience in travel. You don’t even know Hindi. How will you get things done? Why can’t you go someplace nearby, like Munnar? But I had promised Agneta, and I couldn’t break it.
