His skin was like jaggery in milk, softly beige and sweet in its own sattvic way. His youth stood out in his lotus-petalled eyes, in its excitement to uplift the world. "Why me? I often asked him to which he had a different answer every time. That kept me going. "Breaking up isn't a consequence of love, Vangmayi. It's a possibility. And the event of a couple breaking up and the event of us being together are mutually exclusive,"