Muhabbatein Jab Shumar Karna by Gazala Rao--August--She had started walking on the long road alone. Either side was lined up with trees. It was teribly silent. Passing by a tree she strained to listen to the hush surrounding her. Her steps echoed enhancing the empty stillness by breaking its quiescence her delicate feet made. She shivered uncosciously as a shade of fear ran through her.