Four friends.
Tangled relationships.
Strong friendships.
One heartbroken.
One crushed.
Two confused.
The one diagnosis that connects them all? Love.
Join this beautiful (At least I think so 😁😅) journey of Aaradhya, Armaan, Nidhi and Shaurya...
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Einstein was indeed right; Time is, in fact, relative to the frame of reference.
And a testament to that was Aaradhya's own life. The Diwali holidays and all the fun had gone by in the blink of an eye, and soon it was a chirpy old Monday morning, bringing a sarcastic load of warmth and positivity.
Not to forget the piercing echos of honks that took away any hope of a quiet morning. After all, these roads of Mumbai were lured in chaos at every hour of the day, but the favouritism seemed to be preserved for the mornings. Oh, what about–
"Paper le lo, Paper le lo, Taza taza khabar chapa hai!"
Yep, there it was, the newspaper boy peddling on his cycle, through the crevices of the cars, screaming his lungs out and waving the newspaper high in the air.
Aaradhya and Nidhi made their way to Aarogya Care on Aaradhya's scooty, weaving through the cars.
"Listen Nidhi, I have a few rotations this morning, so I may not be able to join you for lunch, okay?"
With no coherent response from Nidhi, Aaradhya assumed it to be due to the babble they were in.
"Oh also, I know there's still some time to this, but I was thinking how about this Christmas, we have a small party in the hospital to cheer up the patients and bring the festive spirit to them? We can even try to have a Santa Claus? Maybe Shaurya or Armaan could do that?"
Aaradhya waited for a squeal but got nothing.
"Nidhi Roy, are you listening? Where are you lost?" She frowned and spoke a little louder.
Still no response?
Aaradhya peered into the rearview mirror to gauge Nidhi's reaction, but she was surprised to see that her dear friend's eyes were glued into space as a ghost of a smile was etched on her face.
Isko hua kya hai? Aaradhya wondered.
"Nidhi?" As the scooty halted at the signal, Aaradhya lightly nudged her friend.
"Hmm? Yeah, you were saying?" Nidhi shook her head, in an attempt to get out of her trance, but failing miserably.
"Oh nothing, nothing, I was just talking about making you Santa Claus this Christmas and Shaurya your elf," Aaradhya looked at Nidhi's image in the rearview mirror, as her best friend smiled softly and mouthed,
"I bet he'd look good even in that costume."
"Nidhi yaar! You're not listening to me!"
She denied continuously and eventually Aaradhya told her the entire plan as they parked on the cul-de-sac, adjacent to the hospital building.
Aaradhya whipped her wrist to check the time before realising she was, in fact, quite late. Scrambling away towards the gate, she yelled, "Oh no no no no, I'm late! Nidhi, I won't be there for lunch today, ok? Cool, thanks, Bye!"
