'Ten years of waiting. Eight lovers after. There it was. That one painting.
And the million shards she had endured for him were now one, making her whole. Complete.
"It's about me. It must be!" she said to herself, convinced that she was all over the painting. A piano with a soft moss green stool, an old picnic basket and a pile of classics she recognized as those she usually borrowed from the library.
Suddenly, a pair of heavy footsteps on the staircase broke her reverie.
"Love, are you here? We have to finish packing up," Jagath called out.
She unwillingly closed his room quietly and returned to her calling fiancé, quickly wiping away the tears.'
Two childhood friends separated by time and circumstance are brought back together. She becomes his friendly Literature teacher, while he remains the bored but brilliant student and artist that he has always been. In this bittersweet story, find out if he reciprocates her deep affection that has stood the test of time or if time is, once again, against them.