A photo layed on the floor…
He picked it up and looked at her photo…. a black and white one, where she stood clad in a sari beautifying herself with an earing…
Looking at the vista outside he placed the photo on the table…
“The beauty stagnant on her face exceeds even that of the moon…. ” he said to himself….
And quietly FATE smiled thinking about the lass in the photo who was destined to become his wife….
