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“Ma... Is Daddy a star now?” “The brightest one amongst the billions” “Will he ever fall?” “What do you mean?” “I’m waiting for him to fall Ma, so I can make a wish” “And what would it be?” “To finish that bedtime story....” “What was the story about?” “About a father, who promised to come back…?” With a broken heart and a stitched faith, she said... “I know the story but it has a different ending” “Please Ma... tell me the story... please” “Look up.... What do you see?” “Stars” “Which one you want it to be your father...” “Umm... the one over there....the smallest and the brightest” “What do we do about the other stars?” “Ask them to take a good care of daddy and never to leave him alone” “What would happen if one day, he doesn’t shine?” “Then I’ll chose a different one and make him my daddy” “Will you trust him?” “I will....” “Will you love him?” “Always” “What would you do if he comes ...

“You called me darling of tragedies and yet you are so obsessed with me” “I thought I had lost you.” “I was never yours to lose.” “Please don’t say that . . . It hurts” “It hurts because you still believe that there is a story about us that hasn’t found its beginning or end yet. There is no story, there never was. But there is one thing that will always bring me back to you--- “There is a story and I know it. It’s just a matter of time that it finds its beginning. My heart burns every time I see you with him. Every word that I imagine, every sentence that I craft   . . . it is . . . it is all about you . . . everything I believe in is about you. Why don’t you understand that I love you . . .?” “So as I was saying . . . there is this one thing that will always bring me back to you . . .” “Fuck! Are you even listening to me? Oh God I need to calm down . . . Alright . . . Go on . . . Say it” “Ram, don’t let this Art inside you die. If it dies,...