â€œPoor Kinkri,â€ the village murmured behind her back. She scuffed her way amongst them holding her green bag close. Buoyant steps one after the other. She reached her spot... her mind was chaoticâ€¦ she had this secret to keep... from Somnath, from everyoneâ€¦
Her prayers answered... she would no longer be called childless, barrenâ€¦ a life sprouted within herâ€¦ Somnath doesnâ€™t know of the heavenly creature who comes to her on long lonely nights... Gandharva they call himâ€¦ to me, he is nameless, facelessâ€¦ I hear them saying I am senile... I have been coming here for years, knitting a blue sweater, a sweater that doesnâ€™t finish..