The shudder of the embrace frosted. Her heart got filled with the chaos of several conflicts. She turned away and said, ‘Why didn’t you marry Asha? Did you not dare because she was from the Kalwar caste?’ ‘No, I wanted to break the barrier of caste. But she couldn’t gather the courage to bind our love in a marriage.’ I went quiet. Now meeting Asha is an incident of the past. The last few days have been like that….. Rekha didn’t feel anything missing in my love for her. She is one of those best Hindu girls, for whom husband is like a lord and his happiness is the blessing of God. I also remember the days when my mother used to dream about my marriage. Every woman weaves her dreams for the marriage of her first child. My mother had also weaved dreams from the girl’s shadow to the sixth birthday of her grandchild.