You only need the light when it's burning low....

His life was dark, more by her absence than the darkness that he surrounded himself with. Shona, she was lovingly called, and as was her name so was her nature. She had a heart of gold and that had brought sunshine and warmth into his life; she was an angel who had healed him of the scars left by all those broken dreams. And like gold, she was soft and very malleable, if gold could be beaten fine, she would be worn thin by the demands on her. For as the saying goes, 'Nature's first green is gold, her hardest hue to hold, as dawn goes down to day, nothing gold can stay.'

He had caused the first crack, taken out the hurt of having his dreams being broken yet again; by telling her that they could no longer be together if she did not heed his dictate of separating from his family. She had turned the crack into a rift when she walked out on him, siding with her sister. He burned in anger, only intensifying the darkness within and without, determined to hate her and only succeeded in hating himself for loving her too much.

It was in that darkness that he realised, however hard he tried to keep her away, he could never let her go.......

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Only miss the sun when it starts to snow....

Sunny, that is what she called him, in the privacy of their room. Sunny was the name she whispered when he kissed her, the name she sang to the heavens when she surrendered to him. For he was her sun, the one who lit up her life and warmed her heart. The one who made her feel safe and secure, whose arms were her home. His mere presence was her strength and support.

And in days of darkness, he was her moon, who illuminated her very soul.

He had been wrong when he had asked her to choose, he should have known she would choose what was right. But now as the tears streamed down her face in the silence of the night, she felt that maybe staying by him would have been a better right thing to do. That the 'dharmayudh' she had fought did not have a concrete and absolute definition of what was exactly right.

As regret swept through her, she had her epiphany; when she walked out on him, yet again, she had actually let him go.............

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Only know you've been high when you're feeling low....

Laksh, for whom she had fought the world and had actually tried to kill people for him, the one she loved beyond reason or rationale. The one for whom she sacrificed everyone she loved, her parents, her sister, his family, everyone and anyone whom she felt came between her and Laksh. She had also taken a knife for him. All she had wanted, no, needed was his love and acceptance. She would be by his side even when he was absolutely wrong.

She would need him, crave for him and miss him, even though he always left her in tears, always left her alone. But somewhere in all those tears she shed, she could help thinking that her love for him was destructive, that her intense longing for him had translated to a desperate need to always be with him.

It was a reluctant Ragini who felt that, maybe that is where she was wrong, maybe, for some time at least, she should simply let him go.............

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Only hate the road when you're missing home....

Ragini, his wife, who loved him above all things; he had run away from her. He had no home to call his own, no one to claim as his own. He had once again let everyone down and missed his home and family.

He missed her the most; the quiet, beautiful girl she had been before he left her for her sister. The silent, strong girl she had changed into when she had taken his brother's place in jail, and he had realised how wrong he had been. The calm girl who had taken the knife for him, the warm woman she transformed into in his arms.

She was the one who would always be there for him, rain or shine, right or wrong, good times or bad times. She was the one who always chose him, first and over everybody else.

Sinking further into the remorse that gnawed at him, he knew that it was wrong of him to have left when all he should have done was to never let her go.............

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