Parisian streets donned cherry blossom hues. Wide eyed, she kept gazing at the beauty. "Excuse me, is this the way to the Eiffel? ", a familiar voice called out to her. Turning toward the wrinkled face, she hugged him as tightly as she could.
"Aaji, please don’t do that.", Divya pulled her. She felt like she was being torn apart from her own self. "Sorry for this. My grandmother has dementia." “ I understand. Take care of her."
Of course, she was Naina. He knew how their hug throbbed. She always listened to her heart and hugging was her natural expression. With moist eyes, he embraced her memory the last time .
"Aaji, please don’t do that.", Divya pulled her. She felt like she was being torn apart from her own self. "Sorry for this. My grandmother has dementia." “ I understand. Take care of her."
Of course, she was Naina. He knew how their hug throbbed. She always listened to her heart and hugging was her natural expression. With moist eyes, he embraced her memory the last time .
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