...If you think it's another Dev-Paro saga, then keep that out of your mind!! ...I saw her grave and she was buried underneath. The wind blew gently, sweeping the dried and withered leaves of the Peepal tree nearby, on to her grave, making a respectful carpet for a girl who deserved much more. I found my thoughts drifting away from the grave. I was leaving the cemetry of my best friend whose death was a result of my deeds. As soon as I passed the gate to the road out there, a very week and aged man approached me. He was dressed in green robes of cotton, with an Indian bottom large towel, lungi, caught my attention.He said in his coarse voice, ?She loved you...But remember... She still loves you?