...then sister Ram Kumari was seen as a mystifying enigma. I never knew what was hidden inside her. She used to remain quiet as if she was plunged into deep thought or suffering from inexpressible awful mourning. "I'm born as the most intelligent creature in this planet, let's make my life present, let's clutch the joy of nature," these were the thoughts which never struck her head. She preferred to be alone in her room. The room contained verities of modern equipment, but neither of them had seen to be used for a long time. I lived with her for about ten years. But, in this long span of my life, I do not remember speaking to her more than a hundred words.
Initially, I came to her in search of shelter. At that very moment I was shocked by her empty SHEUNDO, a pair of eyes losing their eyesight, pale and charmless face with broad forehead missing TIKA. Every morning at 5'o clock when I woke up, I would see her in the garden. When I got out of the bathroom, I was served breakfast on my table. At 9'o clock she used to serve me lunch, then I would go for work. I never returned home early. It was never before midnight.
Between those days I got an excellent job, and I had to leave the city for it. Anyway, it was the fact that sooner or later I had to go away to make my career and to secure my future. I did not want to leave her without knowing about the reasons for her helplessness and pessimistic feelings. But, I had already got an order to take charge in another place. The day of departure was approaching, and I was getting restless and nervous. Controlling the whirlwind of my heart, one day I appeared in front of her and informed about my impending departure. She got emotional; the words were coming out with great difficulty; maybe it was the extent of her love for me. With the eyes full of tears she replied, 'Please don't make me alone, we both have a similar lifeline, and I don't have anyone except you, I see my brother's image in you, poor boy! If he had survived, would have been of your age.'
Then according to her wish, I married a girl. I had thought that my wife's company would entertain her. But it did not bring any pleasure in her tragic world. She made her health worse after my marriage. She became more introvert than she used to be. Her eyes used to stick in a place for hours; her face became dull and turned pale. One day she left us forever by taking poison. In this way, her memories are continues to grow fainter and fainter in my mind...