A house in the dim evening light. The walls of the room are covered with emptiness. The curtains sway softly in the cool breeze from the window. In the corner of the room is a small table with an old diary lying open on it.
Arun is sitting next to the diary. Holding a diary in one hand, a pen in the other. Some memories and feelings of his life are captured in the pages of the diary. Today, after a long time, he opened the pages of the diary again. Every line, every word was pulling him back to old memories.
A portion of the diary page reads, "Mitu, that smile of yours is still deeply scarred in my heart. Your leaving has left a strange void in my heart. Why did you leave me? Why?"
Every moment spent with Mitu feels like a dream now. The smile on his face, the sweet tone of his voice, everything seems so unfamiliar today. But those memories do not give Arun peace, but rather pain.
Arun closes the diary. There is a drop of water in the corner of the eye. He knows Mitu will never come back, but his memories, every moment spent with her, everything will haunt him forever.
The dark room seemed to reflect his state of mind. Arun's breathing can only be heard in the silence of that room. 'Saad jage' This house, this mind, this life - everything seems to be enveloped in emptiness.