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Suddenly, she understood the meaning of the look on his face on that day. She remembered the kiss she had extended towards Apurvaβs face and retreated from half-way. Within the confines of her room, like a thirsty bird chasing a mirage in the desert, she extended the same kiss towards the opportunity that had passed her by, but nothing seemed to quench her thirst. The only thoughts that kept crossing her mind wereβah, if only Iβd done this on that day, if only Iβd said that when he asked me the other day, if only.
β Rabindranath Tagore, from the short story βThe Conclusion
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