Tanu's POV
I met him again when I was 7 years old. He is also my relative. He was very kind at a young age. He looked at me too, but he didn't care, so I felt bad.
I went to his uncle's wedding, and I saw him again. I love his smile. That laugh is so infectious.
My sister and I wear different clothes. Her name is Sindhuja, and we call her Sindhu. My sister spoke and was not like me.