Wishing the truth
The Proposal - Part I It was a cold night, and she had lowered the glass on the passenger side of the brand new Honda City. The chill wind was blowing across her face, bringing a new bout of freshness and in the process, bringing the stray strands of hair to the forefront. She did not make an effort to pull back her hair, but instead sought to adjust the power windows by closing it completely, except for a very narrow beam of space, narrow enough to allow a sheet of paper to be sliced through it. That was sufficient enough to chill the interiors of the car. The atmosphere was very quiet. There was no ensuing conversation between us. "Sahana, that's almost the nth time that you are adjusting the windows. You preoccupied with something?" "Obviously, dad, and you know it, too! I also know that you are preoccupied with the exact same thing. Otherwise, it is very uncharacteristic of you to keep quiet on a long journey." "OK, let me ask you f...