"With love" it said
She opened it, took the contents out and was greeted with a wave of nostalgia. Inside was the memories of her childhood, the pictures of the springtime of life.
Her eye gleamed. Tear after tear rolled down her cheeks as she scrutinized picture after picture. Every photograph unfolded a beautiful memory from the best phase of her life.
She and Swati on the swing, them holding hands, in their matching outfits they were indistinguishable, what else would you expect from twins? "They are inseparable" that's what people used to say untill Swati died.
