That sweaty, sultry morning of April suddenly enlivened Shekhar's work routine. Time suspended, the moment donned rose-tinted glasses and he dived in it as he leafed through the pages of a black and white wedding photo album. A symphony echoed in his ears, and memories of his nuptial day danced to its tunes infront of his eyes. 'Pack quickly, the truck is on its way,' the owner of the house shouted from across the room. Coming out of his trans, Shekhar got back to packing the owner's belongings in neat boxes, ready to be moved to a different location. His beloved, too had once been on her way visiting a different location, when fate sent her resting below a tombstone.