F for Fugitive
All were there , but he was missing his father.
The Priest reads out the mantras and the two encircle the holy fire and get tied in the holy knot.
Shambhu's hand moves up to bestow his blessings on the duo, hiding behind the bamboo trees covering his face. Let them never know that he served in jail, they would never understand, he thought.
After all, they say - he was a fugitive, tears tickled from his eyes.