A Rose in the Desert We are not just students. Oh! How I wish the German bomb dropped on my head that day itself! - 23. Somehow I didn't know that such a disaster awaited those who frequently wrote letters. I who wrote those letters was not as lucky as the one who delivered the letters. He gave me the excuse that his would-be had sent an urgent message. Balan stayed with me for a couple of days. After listening to Balan, I felt that the world war had not yet come to an end. You only told me of the Hindu woman's culture. Sudesh had the opportunity of seeing the young and handsome postman who delivered your letters. This is what I heard from Sudesh's neighbours. the letters you wrote.\" \"Letters?\" \"Yes! Sudesh asked you to write her a letter a day, you know.\"ġ52 \"Yes.\" \"Do you know why?\" \"Why?\" “It's all to melt before the postman who brought your letters to her.\" \"What?\" \"Yes, Sundar.
You only found a suitable boy for your beloved.\" \"Who? Me?\" \"Not you. I asked him if he had inquired with anyone to find who Sudesh's husband was. When I came back to my senses, I saw Balan seated by my side. They said she got married and left the place. We went together only to find that Sudesh's house remained locked. I invited Balan to go with me to find what had happened to Sudesh. I felt bad for underestimating Sudesh's love for me. I believed that the war had very much affected my beloved and her family. As if what he said was true, all my recent letters bounced back. You'll have to go in person and find out the truth of the matter.\" Balan told me quite often. \"Whoever gets proper information about the ongoing war? Who knows what had happened to your beloved and her family members who live in some corner of India? Don't be angry with Sudesh. Balan's words of excuse didn't get into my ears at all.
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