by Deepak Divakar - Grey sky with vaguely visible clouds, a perfect backdrop for a quiet stroll in a park. His eyes rest on an empty seat nearby away from public glares and irrelevant spectators. The only witness was a jogger who was pretty much taken aback by the grim emotionless look on his face. He quietly walks up, takes a seat and pulls out a thick photo journal out of his briefcase. He opens it up and runs his fingers through now distant memories one by one till he...

