He was facing the harsh truth of mankind. A week back he learnt about the sudden disappearance of the ship in which she was travelling. But as they say hope has no cure… Everyday he would visit the rescue office in a hope that someone might have rescued her… Ironically he was alive for her and was dying a bit every day when the officers would inform him “Hard Luck”. He always reminisced the moments when they were together.. how they planned the interiors of their home, the coffee in the balcony, the fight over bedroom wall paint… her wardrobe reminded him.. how beautiful she looked in the pink saree.. The red ghagra choli reminded him their wedding day.. but he was left with nothing but just her thoughts.. her thoughts were only his valuable possessions.