Pic courtesy Pikrepo Somewhere in the arid landscape of the Rann of Kutch, the midnight’s full moon cast two shadows on the salty sands. The shadows were walking in opposite directions, one in the direction of Hindustan and the other in that of Pakistan. They met each other on the way. A woman all alone in this ghostly land! The male shadow felt a shiver slipping into the marrow of his bones. The female shadow was even more scared but did not reveal her scare. The man could not but look into the face of the woman. She looked so beautiful in that radiant moonlight. Beauty was irresistible for him, especially feminine beauty, because he was a writer by profession. Beauty stopped, stared into the eyes of the man fiercely and asked in an affected voice, “Can you really see me?” She intended to scare him away by making him believe that she was a ghost. The man was not only a writer but had also dabbled in psychology as an undergrad of the Kerala University before he was hijack
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