Sometimes you spend years with a stranger in the hope of getting to know him one day. And then one day you realize it was nothing but a waste. “We are almost there.” Vasundhara opened her eyes and looked out the window of her car. The serene scene of clean air and green trees filled her heart with a fresh new feeling that she always felt whenever she and her husband, Anish, came here. The calm aura of this town always relaxed her heart and allowed her to soar in the tranquillity. It wasn’t like that she hated Delhi. It was the place where she had made a proud place for herself in Anish’s construction firm. It was the place where she worked and thrived on the risks and new possibilities coming their way. In all these years, work has become the distraction that she needed. And Delhi was the place of distraction. Her hometown was not. Dehradun was where she was born and raised and then, unfortunately, lost her father to an accident at the tender age of fifteen. Lots of mem...