““He turned his eyes to the skyline as was his wont. As he gazed at the still point of the universe, at the hinterland of beyond, I felt that he was himself fading into the distance. He seemed to fill up the meaningless gap between us and the far off with strip of films from the past. As he continued to see the imaginary film unroll before the eyes of both of us, I could perceive in the pupils of his eyes, respectively, joy, betrayal, pain, the pang of separation and yearning, the expectations as well as thousand and one things blended with life. It was as if he was living his love affairs one by one in every image of his past.””
