She married after her young brother died in an accident. Her husband was caught copying in the exams and suspended. He made it impossible for her to study,quarreling whenever she opened her books.One morning as we sat in her house discussing the death of babies to Marasmus and Kwashiorkar , her husband barged in and threw the wedding ring … I did not understand the foreign language in which he spoke. After he left , she put on a fresh coat of lipstick , powdered her face. “He has no place to stay nor money” she murmured. “You remember that poem you recited some time ago?” I looked blank.
“lust ends is then love begins? I had laughed at you , saying love will never begin for me….And you thought my flesh was happy”….and then she sobbed in my arms for a long time.