The ghungroos came out of the closet tinkling. She picked them up and dusted, the memories as well. The colourful evenings of rehearsals, the thrill of performing on stage, the long hours of make up, the troop and ...Him. Before she could relive all those in her mind, Imara entered the room, annoyed. Looking at her, she exclaimed wide eyed, "Inayat Aapa! Move on! You, rather we, can never have that life back...we can never see our land again. It is past...and we can never go back. This is our land...embrace it!." She murmured, "But, I am still in touch - with all my memories, my house, my courtyard, my school, the lanes, the shops, Arif Chacha's golgappa and the Kathak classes. "I am still in touch with him, in my thoughts and being, in my sweetest dreams.", she sighed putting the ghungroos, the sweet memories, back in the closet. The ghungroos came out of the closet tinkling. She picked them up and dusted, the memories as well. The colourful evenings of rehearsals, the thrill of performing on stage, the long hours of make up, the troop and ...Him. Before she could relive all those in her mind, Imara entered the room, annoyed. Looking at , she exclaimed wide eyed, "Inayat Aapa! Move on! You, rather we, can never have that life back...we can never see our land again. It is past...and we can never go back. This is our land...embrace it!." She murmured, "But, I am still in touch - with all my memories, my house, my courtyard, my school, the lanes, the shops, Arif Chacha's golgappa and the Kathak classes. "I am still in touch with him, in my thoughts and being, in my sweetest dreams.", she sighed putting the ghungroos, the sweet memories, back in the closet.
