After writing those lines, she went back to Sartre and recalled what he had written to Simone de Beauvoir- “It’s strange… I felt less lonely when I didn’t know you.” A smile touched her lips, not of joy, but of pure helplessness. She didn't need any other philosopher to tell her she was already falling into a massive black hole. Sartre had made it clear, she was stuck in this loop, and she had no idea how much longer it would last. She couldn't see an exit or any form of escape. Whether she would ever find a way out remained a mystery. But then, she wasn't Simone de Beauvoir; the thought brought back that same helpless smile. It was as if she were mocking her own misery. In the middle of this self-ridicule, she discovered a truth- people only get close to you to leave you even more lonely than before. Sneha felt Binoy Majumdar’s heron preparing its wings, it would fly away the second it got the chance...