My life came crumbling down that day. Mala was visiting India to bring back Devyani. She was what, four months old then? I can’t define what I went through when I got to know Mala’s plane had crashed. I was shattered…Life looked all set and then someone pulled the rug from under my feet. I was so blank, broken. I was drowning in grief – married for just two years, now left with a little baby girl. Bauji, and everyone else in the family thought it was best I married Dhara. Who could have related to my grief and been the best mother to Devyani than Mala’s own sister? I went with the decision.