Coconut Grove dard-e-dil

his eyes fixed on her suddenly, wondering. . . well, he wondered if she saw right through him. wondered if she'd already pulled open all the doors and let the skeletons free. i used to like to reminisce on the past, he said gruffly, still holding her gaze. but no longer. what's done is best left behind, without another thought.

and the ghosts would haunt--they would never stop. ignorance kept them at bay, though.

i would caution you against walking in your old footsteps, govinda said, uncharacteristically sharp-toned. there's nothing good to be found there. projecting-schmrojecting. she had brought it up, anyway. he wondered if she had brought a shovel, too, to dig even deeper.