The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across Hauz Khas Fort as Varahi wandered through its ancient corridors, her heart heavy with the weight of memories. Ten months had passed since that fateful day in June, yet every moment felt fresh, every laugh shared and every tear shed echoing in her mind like the haunting notes of a forgotten song. She sat down on a weathered stone bench in front of the lake, the coolness of the surface contrasting with the warmth of the day. Varahi takes out one Marlboro and lights it. The smoke was blowing and she was seeing memories of her past in that smoke.