"Zuu... zuu... zuuuuuuu..." Vedika zoomed her little toy car across the veranda floor, her tiny hands gripping it tightly, lips pouted in focus. Her soft voice mimicked the car's sound as it sped on imaginary roads only she could see.
Katha sat on the chaukhat, her dupatta loosely draped around her, watching her daughter with a smile tugging at her lips. These were the moments she lived for pure, simple, and peaceful.



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