Nirnay Sahu always belonged outside the frame, a name mentioned once or twice for the sake of filling the pages and gaps. A kind man, with an appearance small enough appearance yet to hold you by the heart, a man never just a shadow. But even the shadows have stories to share of their trampled pain. Yogyati was normal; nothing could complement her further in the crazy land. She existed beyond the shadow, perhaps precisely just a blur in the picture, nothing but contrast. A nurse in a world of blood till you die, she stood only with the band aid and her heart. When the shadow and contrast align together, will they grasp you with their edge or call you beyond the frame?