awww...she wants to rid herself of his memory...but all images bring him back to her...one prayer to babaji...for his guidance...and he guided her right back to him...as if love was not hard enough...all conspire against her will...a will that wants to be left alone...just enough to hear her own thoughts...and as the countdown rears towards its final hours...she won her side of the wager...he left before his time was up...for her a bittersweet win...the familiar bittersweet his presence also gave her...and there goes his voice...as it leaps off the paper...and she could swear she feels his breath and touch...oh sweet will!...it is no match for this conspiracy...as all the elements are against her...in this final hour...they all stand still...to see the song surrender...