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Meera and aryan //Read in caption// Meera and her four-year-old daughter Myra were joining the pieces of the Barbie Doll jigsaw puzzle, the ecstasy of completion of the pink coloured doll elated Myra and she hugged her mother from behind, her tiny hands touched Meera’s face and the kid happily kept her face on Meera’s shoulder. Meera gently patted on her daughter’s cheek, while the child giggled and kissed her mother. Meera looked at the clock, it was time for Aryan to come home from the airport. Meera gently lifted her daughter in her arms and moved towards the window, she looked outside the window, it was drizzling outside.  Meera’s thoughts drifted away to the time when she first met Aryan in one of the rainy days, eight years ago. Aryan and Meera were childhood friends but they lost contacts as they moved to different cities and got busy in their race of life. Eight years ago, they met at a conference in Mumbai and the best thing about meeting your childhood friend even after ages is that it feels all the same, as if you have been hanging out and chit-chatting till yesterday, there isn’t even an iota of hesitation and you share the same warmth that was during the earlier times. The duo decided to get drenched in the Mumbai rains as it is said that it heals not just the body but the soul too. They sat at the Marine drive for good two hours getting inundated not only by the rain but the conversation too, while the waves breaking at the tetrapod concrete structures created the background melody. From there they headed to an Irani café to savour the bun-maska and tea. This was their first meeting after many years and by the time they decided to meet again, they were already in love. Love definitely finds you in very surprising situations. Meera’s train of thoughts were halted by Myra’s demand to watch her favourite cartoon on TV. Meera turned on the TV and again came to enjoy the monsoon showers, her back gently taking support from the wall and her gaze fixed on the raindrops that added colours to all the memories. She noticed Aryan’s car entering the society’s driveway, she turned away from the window to prepare the bun-maska and Irani tea, on her way, she stumbled upon the jigsaw puzzle and thought to her self “Life is like a jigsaw puzzle, it becomes beautiful and meaningful when the right pieces are brought together”.
Meera and aryan //Read in caption// Meera and her four-year-old daughter Myra were joining the pieces of the Barbie Doll jigsaw puzzle, the ecstasy of completion of the pink coloured doll elated Myra and she hugged her mother from behind, her tiny hands touched Meera’s face and the kid happily kept her face on Meera’s shoulder. Meera gently patted on her daughter’s cheek, while the child giggled and kissed her mother. Meera looked at the clock, it was time for Aryan to come home from the airport. Meera gently lifted her daughter in her arms and moved towards the window, she looked outside the window, it was drizzling outside.  Meera’s thoughts drifted away to the time when she first met Aryan in one of the rainy days, eight years ago. Aryan and Meera were childhood friends but they lost contacts as they moved to different cities and got busy in their race of life. Eight years ago, they met at a conference in Mumbai and the best thing about meeting your childhood friend even after ages is that it feels all the same, as if you have been hanging out and chit-chatting till yesterday, there isn’t even an iota of hesitation and you share the same warmth that was during the earlier times. The duo decided to get drenched in the Mumbai rains as it is said that it heals not just the body but the soul too. They sat at the Marine drive for good two hours getting inundated not only by the rain but the conversation too, while the waves breaking at the tetrapod concrete structures created the background melody. From there they headed to an Irani café to savour the bun-maska and tea. This was their first meeting after many years and by the time they decided to meet again, they were already in love. Love definitely finds you in very surprising situations. Meera’s train of thoughts were halted by Myra’s demand to watch her favourite cartoon on TV. Meera turned on the TV and again came to enjoy the monsoon showers, her back gently taking support from the wall and her gaze fixed on the raindrops that added colours to all the memories. She noticed Aryan’s car entering the society’s driveway, she turned away from the window to prepare the bun-maska and Irani tea, on her way, she stumbled upon the jigsaw puzzle and thought to her self “Life is like a jigsaw puzzle, it becomes beautiful and meaningful when the right pieces are brought together”.
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