| 'Time' Series: Book One |
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The workings of her brain were a mystery to her own pneuma.
That's what Hinduja Rao always thought.
But, quite similar to her thoughts about her own self, was someone else around her.
Her newly wedded husband, the...
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42 | Maple Leaves
14 Years Ago
May 22, 2009
Friday
"So? Just a little more time left before my little one leaves for college, huh?" She ran her fingers through his hair.
"Yeah." He sighed as his long digits toyed with the maple leaf he was grasping.
Mischief coursed through the warm pair of aureate swirls.
"Will you miss her?" Darshana teased her nephew with a raised brow.
"Didaa." He kept a straight face, so done with her frequent teasing.
She laughed. "What? Was it not love at first sight for you?"
Mahadevan sighed. "Didaa, she must be barely twelve or thirteen, and I'll turn nineteen this year." He kept the maple leaf back on the ground. "You clearly make me sound like a pedophile."
"Then you tell me. What is it that draws you towards her? What drives you to that park, to watching her from afar, even though she remains blissfully unaware of your presence?" She fired off the questions she had been holding back, her voice steady and unwavering.
Mahadevan scratched his chin and shifted his gaze towards the Gulmohar tree erect on the ground, some distance away from the maple tree they were sitting under in the maple grove behind the manor.
