Aman's heart was as turbulent as hers. Nothing could calm it down. Tired of battling with it alone, he decided to give it a distraction. He remembered Anmol had said something about the party in the evening. Given the hopeless situation of his heart, he thought it wiser to lose himself in the panorama of the family reunion.
Therefore at seven, even though 'dressing up' was an ordeal, he subjected himself to this painful task and met Anmol and his wife Sunanda in the drawing room.
"What's wrong with you?" was zapped.
"What do you mean?" Aman replied
"You are here." Anmol said with consternation. "You never attend parties. I wasn't expecting you to come, yet you are here. There must be something wrong."
Aman did not reply; instead, he went to the open window and sighed. His heart, otherwise an ocean of tranquility, was turbulent today. The humongous waves of desperation were lashing out at him.
"What is it? Out with it this minute." Aman demanded
