" He was sulking. It was natural. If it had been a daughter or son, the parent would have rushed to find out why she or he did not turn up. The parent would have imagined all sorts of harm that might have happened to the beloved child. But a lover always sulks. A lover feels betrayed. A lover feels as if the beloved has deliberately jilted him. "

― Anuradha Bhattacharyya , The Road Taken