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What are the chances, that the thing which you have desired the most, at a certain point of time, reappears.

What are the chances, that you recognise it within seconds you lay your eyes on it.

What are the chances, that you get a second chance with your first love, which never happened.

Phana marvelled at his luck, as he stood dumbfounded at the terrace of his agency.

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A small smile appeared on his face, and he started feeling bubbly and happy for no particular reason.

Okay, maybe the sight of certain someone might have triggered it.

But Phana's not complaining.

He likes these feelings which he gets when he sees him.

Arthit.

A silent boy, who loves gardening.

He could be seen potting, planting or watering around the school whenever he got a free time.

And phana?

He could be found watching Arthit whenever he got free time.

No, they were not friends.

Not classmates even.

It was just that one fine early morning, when Phana arrived in school, he saw a boy watering the plants prettily and humming.

And since then, Phana's eyes had refused to leave that boy.

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When Phana found out the name of the boy, he couldn't help but pronounce it, and get a taste of it.

Arthit.

Just like his name, he was a warm ball of sunshine, phana concluded.

Because the plants thrived in his attention.

And phana?

Phana craved for his attention.

Even if for a little bit.

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How many months has it been since phana noticed him.

And despite him being a school heartthrob, he was scared to approach him.

Dare he say, he joined the music club just to catch someone's attention.

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Just as Phana found the courage to approach him.

Arthit stopped coming to school.

And just like that, phana was filled with regret.

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And now, here he was, many years later, witnessing the same thing as before.

Arthit, surrounded by greenery , watering plants.

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