I slept off before you finished your story.
What were you saying?
Oh yes, your father died when you were four,
Your mother was raped by his best friend
Yes you were sold to Thailand.
I am so sorry about that.
But I'm glad I came to Bangkok -
I saw such beautiful sights,
Such ravishing women -
And met you.
I had such a great night, thank you.
I'm going back to India tomorrow.
You take care.
Darling, you were awesome.
And so sorry about your parents.
Especially Mother, Yes.
Did you dream today too?
This is it.
No moving forward.
Honey, the darkness is all you've got.
Enjoy its soothing, personal touch.
Your darkness is your alone, isn't it?
Find me a day that's yours.
No, don't aspire for it.
There's bliss in it.
You choose to move on?
And leave me alone?
Let melancholy be mine alone....
The dawn brings promises
Of more memories, good and bad,
Of new acquaintances and relations,
Of fresh rays of hope and peace.
A cup of coffee in hand,
We savour the promises
and promise to do our best.
The phone rings.
Your father passed away
peacefully, in his sleep last night.
Suddenly you dread the dawn of the night
And the end of the smooth darkness.