Sitting on the L shaped wooden bench on the drawing-room's balcony, Shana was admiring the waxing gibbous moon with so many thoughts in her mind.
But, they were not strong. They were just some blur thoughts.
She watched how the moon was shedding light on the aloe veras and indoor plants around the bench, grey cushions placed on the bench, and her slippers on the floor.
A wave of the cool breeze of the night touched Shana's face, and her hair danced in rhyme with it. She had let her hair fall free, just like every night.
She had the habit of freeing them at night because she could not sleep with her hair tied. It had been twenty minutes or more since she had been sitting on the balcony, admiring when a thought erupts in her mind.
She wondered how much her life had changed in a year. From loving-hating Vihaan, she had agreed to marry him. She had shared her first kiss with him. She had shared her first dance with him.
