Love is like wine, the older the better. RJ Vashishth reminisces about his beloved- her gait, smile and how she talked. But could they still be together? Or destiny will play its part and do them ‘part’?
The glint in her eyes, tresses waving in the air, the skin that glows like soft dew; the first meetings often sow the seed of love. But did it happen with RJ Vashishth too? Did Cupid shoot him with the arrow of love in his heart?