This morning, I hurried to her, earlier than usual. I was worried sick. It had been four days and there seemed to be no change in her condition. I had not slept well the whole night. In fact, I had not slept well for the past several nights.
I checked her bed and my heart sank. Her drooping posture told me all.
I collapsed into a chair and looked at her in resignation.
I was not the kind who took interest in such things. But on that fateful day, at the floral exhibition, I happened to see her, and