When she looked at old photographs, it was a real blast from the past. A tint of sorrow creeped into her mind as she recalled the ‘good old times’ that were gone, never to return. He was an integral part of her, when their breathing used to softly synchronise. It was tipped over when a third party came between them. “And then he was gone,” she could not keep a tincture of bitterness out of her voice. “What chance has she got?” she wanted an answer which he couldn’t give. She wondered about it until she couldn’t think anymore.
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