In this series, Nalin Verma captures the poignancy of relationships and how love can make one hopeful despite being hopeless.
My first encounter with Rohan was at a prize distribution ceremony in a school in Patna. I was the judge who had assessed his literary prowess in a story writing competition but had not seen him until he came on the dais to receive his trophy. The handsome fourteen-year-old boy wore a white shirt, blue shorts, and black shoes – his usual school uniform, but what caught my instant attention was his lips and those dimples on his cheeks.
I had been looking for these lips and dimples for over thirty years without any success. Rohan’s were strikingly similar to what I had been waiting and dying to see all these years.