Megha caught the cab that had taken out from Delhi's International Terminal T3 and headed straight towards Agra. I was hiding my eyes with dark glasses but I was not able to hide the tears flowing from them. The cab driver was looking at me again and again through the front mirror. Fixing my glasses, I opened the cab window and started looking outside. In the scorching sun of a winter afternoon, the gusts of cool breeze were acting like some ointment on my face. Taking off her glasses, closing her eyes, she sat down with her back on the seat. abir
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