The vision of the departing summer and the approaching monsoon [rainy season] blurred, but she held back her tears with her eyes wide open. She did not want to cry over a man who was taking advantage of his relatives' helplessness, older than Nandini's own children and older than her father...

"Father." She babbled, unintelligible. She had long forgotten about him, but she was sure he still existed in this world.