The first shower of monsoons reminded Nargis mini mischief during her teens. She was just six and a decade and so was her partner in crime, her best friend Araina. Her nimble fingers touched the photograph that captured their smile frozen in time.
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The intricate nexus of the saga revolved around humor juxtaposed with intellect. With the first shower of winter, she looked forward to a new year, a fresh start to move ahead into the journey of time whereas he with utmost patience kept waiting headlong just to catch a glimpse of her face virile. Just when he was about to leave, a cold, comforting grip on his right arm was all that stopped him from advancing any further. That was the moment he had been waiting for all those years since the day he first eyed her. He didn’t know what was in store for him considering the fact that she was in a way, cold, before him as always, trying to veil her emotions of joy, anger, grief and affection whenever he tried to uncouth the truth before her. It was a folly for him to be wise where ignorance was bliss, so was she, ignorant.
