Ronza had gone to attend the birthday party. It was a day of spring. The scent of gulal wafted in the air. 

Scent of nascent dreams that she had escaped from came back to her with full throttle. She tried to escape. Like the way she tried to escape her own shadows that are created by the movement of the sun above her head. She knew spring would be coming to her. She knew all the trees in front of their house would break into blossoms. She knew the birds would start singing.

'I am not a bard...I am just human...'

Ronza would try to console herself and by doing so she would try to limit her sky.

She would try not to face her dreams.

So, when spring would come, she would immerse herself more and more in her work. She would keep herself busy.

The college was closed as a conference on poetry was being organised there.

Ronza had no interest in poetry and so decided to skip the session.

But this stupid season of spring and that stupid boy.

Tirtho...

He was few years senior to her in the college when she was herself a student.

How many years had passed?

Twelve?

Tirtho...

The name itself evoked a series of slides in her mind’s eye.

She found him walking down the corridor towards the library.

She found him taking notes in his scrapbook. She found him sitting under a tree at the playground adjacent to the college’s main building.

She found him asking SB about that aspect of Santiago's character required to be discussed which prompted him to imagine Marlin as a friend, in that Hemingway novel, inspite of both Santiago and Marlin being engaged in a rigorous battle for their own survival.

She found him writing down notes for the lectures she missed.

Tirtho...

She finds him everywhere in her wakefulness. Even after twelve years!

In her sleep, she finds him more.

Then, she remembers Tirtho's face the day she went out to party with her friends of their class.

Tirtho...

He said nothing.

Not spent a single word out of his mammoth vocabulary.

He just asked Ronza the next day how did the party go.

Ronza probably showed extra excitement.

She probably wanted to incite a tinge of jealousy in Tirtho.

She flaunted her dresses. Her attitude. Her acquired possessions.

Tirtho said nothing. He never had anything to say.

That made Ronza more obstinate.

After all, she belongs to the most aristocratic family of the town.

After all, the town moves by their family's wish.

Who is that Tirtho? 

That she had thought.

Then.

But this spring.

This season should have been banned. The birds should all be kept shut.

Ronza thought.

The birthday party got over by nine. Ronza thought of jumping into the car.

The car was about to be started.

Just then, she thought she saw him.

Tirtho...

He had grown fatter.

But his walk had remained the same.

He got all the time to walk.

Ronza came out of the car.

Tirtho?

Tirtho looked at her.

Through his glasses he saw her and at once broke into a smile.

That infectious smile of his.

'You? Here? Thought you had moved to another city...' Ronza said.

'Yes, came here to attend a workshop.'

'Workshop? What? Where?'

'At that college nearby...something literary...' Tirtho said.

Ronza smiled, though her throat went dry.

'Got to get back this evening only...it is really nice to find an old friend...' Saying this Tirtho shook Ronza's hand and started walking away.

Ronza looked at her hands.

She thought she found that scent of gulal there.

Right in her hands.