The mercury of intolerance has cut into the society, penetrates the sensibilities of people only to increase distance, numb compassions instilling hatred and more antipathy, animosity. As the odium burgeoned over the years, it spilled bigotry heightening bias and small-mindedness among people who had struggled shoulder to shoulder for their country. The riot-torn town displays the freezing of all humanitarian concern, drowning mutual empathy in the irate pool of outrage and hatred. Above this pointless revulsion a love spanning three generations, unusual, intense and pure, surfaces in those mature mesmerizing eyes of MaulanaSaheb permeating the mystic cool of devotion that springs from the soul as felt by Kusumi. That one call from him raised clouds of mysterious exaltation escalating from a thirst of age old longing and supreme veneration.