It’s quite easy to become Men Without Women. You love a woman deeply, and then she goes off somewhere. That’s all it takes…….And once you have become Men without Women, loneliness seeps deep inside your body, like a red wine stain on a pastel carpet.”
What intrigues men about women? Is it their eyes, their curves, their tresses or is it their ability to transport them into trance and make them forget about the worldly sufferings? How does a man feel without a woman? Does it break a man when he loses a woman who was not even “his”?