"चांद कितनी कोशिश क्यों ना करे, वह रात को दिन नहीं बना सकता।"

I was resting comfortably on a gently swaying swing, its fabric beautifully decorated with golden embroidery. A soft mattress was laid across it, and I leaned back halfway, legs stretched out beneath me, feeling completely at ease. I wore a black kurta-pajama, with a shawl loosely draped around my shoulders. In my hands, I held the book Gunahon Ka Devta, reading it slowly and thoughtfully.