Amarkanth Varma:
[recalling his meeting with Meghna on the radio]
It is night at the station... He was waiting for the train.
Amarkanth Varma:
But the rains came piercing through the sky, the trees were swaying as if they had lost their senses.
Amarkanth Varma:
Such was the fury of the weather, as if it would drown the world!
Amarkanth Varma:
In the midst of this, he saw somebody on the dark platform... He yelled- Brother, do you have a matchstick?
Amarkanth Varma:
A gust of wind blew the cloth off the stranger's head... a girl.
Amarkanth Varma:
Dark black hair but little eyes. High cheekbones
Amarkanth Varma:
A flat nose as if somebody had pasted it on in a rush.
[smiling]
Amarkanth Varma:
One look... and he decided to save her from the villains and carry her away.
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