She was an important part of me since my childhood without being a part of my life. She was a precious reason why I remembered every silly incident of my memory as a kid.
The gift for her was still lying safe in my cupboard and the apology for her...
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Parth slowly opened the gate careful to not make any cringing sound. The way she had mentioned her Kaka, he was very allergic to handsome men around his daughter and the old man would heartily dislike the fact that a very handsome man was secretly sneaking into their house compound like a thief in the widespread baby sunshine to meet his granddaughter.
Yesterday Palak acted so strangely and left him in a confused state. He was clueless about which of his actions made her that fraction rude. Her anger always came with another level of disaster but she never behaved rudely with him. She hadn't talked to him since that moment and it felt so restless. If it would be anyone, his friend, family or even Malini he surely have given them space to stay away from him until they felt better but not in the case of Palak. Only he knew how he spent the entire night breathing venom. It took an eternity to break into dawn.
Looking around he walked towards the garden between her ornate plants, adjusting the wet mass on his shoulder.
As the first light of dawn crept over the horizon, the garden stirred from its slumber, bathed in a soft, golden glow. The dew-kissed grass sparkled like a canvas of diamonds, and the gentle morning breeze whispered secrets to the blooming flowers. The air was filled with the sweet fragrance of roses, jasmine, and lavender, creating a heady perfume that enveloped the senses.
The trees, adorned with lush green leaves, stood tall and still, their branches stretching towards the sky like nature's own cathedral. The soft chirping of birds and the gentle rustle of leaves created a soothing melody, a symphony of peace and tranquillity.
In this serene setting, Parth made his way through the winding paths, the soft crunch of gravel beneath his feet the only sound breaking the silence. The morning light danced across his face, casting a warm glow on his features, as he approached the tiny house.
The atmosphere was alive with the promise of a new day, a sense of hope and renewal that only the early morning hours could bring. The garden, with its beauty and calmness, seemed to whisper words of comfort, a gentle balm for the upset heart of his best friend, who must not be expecting him in this peaceful haven.
The area was completely silent. He couldn't even call her out. How he wished her Kaka used cotton buds while sleeping and slept until late morning.
He marked through a closed glass window that the bulb was glowing in a room. The thin musical voice was coming outside from it. Little frightened he peeked inside. The danger could be Kaka.
As he gazed upon the room from the distance he realised it could be anything but danger. A serene smile crawled on his lips. His anxious heart relaxed in a second.
She moved with a serene grace, a towel wrapped around her damp hair, framed her face like a soft halo. Her slender fingers moved with gentle precision, adjusting the bed sheet in time with the soothing melody drifting from the radio. Her lips moved silently, as if singing along the music, her voice a gentle whisper that only the morning air could hear.
