Manak was his pen-name; his real name was Money Ram. This name smelled of greed and selfishness, a very unpoetical name. Manak, the poet, was all right. It seemed to be away from all the worldly possessions.
It was like it had happened yesterday because everything is so fresh in mind. He had tried to persuade himself many times that past could not be altered but he was actually not ready to listen to the voice of his heart. He remembered everything.