The Dev - D Syndrome

? If you think it?s another Dev ? Paro saga then keep that out of your mind !! ? I saw her grave and she was buried underneath. The wind blew gently sweeping the dried and withered leaves of the peepal tree nearby on her grave making a respectful carpet for a girl who deserved much more. I found my thoughts drifting away from the grave. I was leaving the cemetery of my best friend whose death was a result of my deeds. As soon as I passed the gate to the road out there a very meek and aged man approached me. He was dressed in a green robe of cotton with an Indian bottom large towel (Lungi) caught my attention. He said in his coarse voice ? She loved you? But remember? She still loves you?