A nineteen year old village boy was admitted to the hospital. His nerve impulses were still fluctuating to someone but the thought of vary incident was beheading his autonomous feeling  and he was lamenting for his imprecise behaviour that he had destroyed the boisterious hope of his poor parents because of  a girl named Maahi. He had painted the story of his life that everyone wanted to fall in love. She was the angel of his life.  To whom he sacrificed his all the ambition. Still she wanted to remain in visible for him but his breath was waiting for her only.