Its summer, the sound of leaves falling apart swings my ears! Where could she be? Out in the woods I wonder?! I recall her telling me that she is going to pluck flowers that would enhance my memory; I knew perfectly that I didn’t start forgetting things, I know their place! I know where she had been, I remember her telling me where she went, and “won’t you believe me Sara?” Without a blink I said “yes”. The rustle of the leaves were heard. “See that may be her, I told you she would come”! “That was the sparrows peck” I said! “You don’t know anything!! She told me she would be back…and I trust her!” With tears of hope in her eyes I saw her hands searching for her stick, she had grown older with more wrinkles on her face and tiredness on her body. I helped on her feet. “Arya beti” she called…! None replied nor were footsteps heard...She murmured something on her own and left the verandah. Just past the living room was her bedroom, as old as she is. She grew up on the same house.”Do you remember Sandhya?; The daughter of nearby carpenter?” .“Yes” said I. “she has been married off far away! She used to come here to play with Arya;they were childhood friends”. “Arya” she cried again. “This girl never answers my calls these days; I shouted at her last day for going near the pond. People say they saw big snake there”!” She is probably angry with me; poor girl she grew up without parents and it’s been me who was taking care of her! But to be more precise it was she was looked after me”. I could see the whole love for Arya in her eyes, how could I tell her that I have been asked to say that she went to the pond and the snake himself caught her. Knowing the fact that she would not come, I kept still. “Arya” she called again; this time tears in her eyes. “So it is true then? The snake took her life?”with a sense of shock I replied “yes”. She fell silent, she talked less, ate less. The sense that revolted around my head,poor soul has been outcasted. It was dawn and the birds took to the south; home. Feebly she walked step by step to the verandah. “Arya beti” she called for the last murmured something and left her room. As gentle as a falling leaf, as feeble as a mouse; and yet a day her silence on a dawn was undeniable …