The breakdown in her mother’s marriage and the resulting emotional turbulence had pushed her into the dark gulf of mental convolution and depression. She rose from the dark marshes of that mental state with the assurance that she would choose that man as a companion who would be the reflection of her being. Their souls would be the same or as if in the same cage. She took Asrar to be the interpreter of her feelings and the reflection of her self. Asrar’s craving and passion had created a sense of completion in her. This feeling of being complete had risen from the layers within her in the form of tears.

Her tears infused with the rain turned pink. A drop of her tears touched Asrar’s tongue and spread into his veins and reached his heart to dissolve into his blood. He was unaware of her tears, albeit his heart had acquired a pink hue.

It was 1.50 p.m.

When they reached the graveyard, the djinn had already completed his prayers. He saw Asrar and Hina going and sitting on the black rocks on the lap of the hill. Through the sound of the sea, he had guessed that it would take not more than fifteen minutes for the waves to reach the beach. He was suddenly reminded that he had to attend Dawrat-e-Aayat-e-Quran organized by the Rahmat-e-Haq O Jamat-ul-Murabitun in the coastal areas of Karachi and the interior of Sindh. He immediately flew away. The moment he flew away, Mau’tazilla transformed into a saffron snake and crawled to the place where the djinn had stood a few moments back. After sensing the smell of the djinn he was able to guess where the djinn had gone and why. After gathering the required information, Mau’tazilla turned into a white pigeon and flew away.

Heavy rains continued in the suburbs of Mumbai, like Virar, Kalyan, Thane and Panvel. It was also raining in Mumbai Central, Churchgate, Colaba, Masjid Bunder, VT, Vikhroli, Dadar, Bandra as well as Mahim. At some places the colour of the rainfall was greenish and at others it was saffron. Powai Lake was overflowing, and its water had started descending into the Mithi River. The colour of the raindrops here was black, as if coal tar was raining down. The Mithi River was above the danger mark. The government machinery, police and sewage experts were all out on the roads trying to fix the drainage. People were instructed not to leave their houses and efforts were being made to help those who were already out. By 2.15 p.m., all local trains were halted. Highways thronged with vehicles, cars and bikes as well as pedestrians. In many places the water had accumulated waist high and a lot of people were caught inside their cars. Those who were fortunate were saved, while many died in their vehicles.