"Mom, what's wrong?" Max asked worriedly.
Even though his voice was clear for everyone present in the hospital room to hear, for Lara however, it sounded distant like someone far away was calling out to her but unfortunately, her mind was too clouded at the moment to respond to the call.
For a brief moment, she returned to that point. That special moment when everything was too good to be true.
Memories of her childhood resurfaced from the dam she had kept them locked in.
…
A six-year-old girl with dark hair danced in a garden, her carefree nature present for everyone to see.
It was Lara, back when she was still a budding flower, untouched by the darkness of the world.
A few meters away from her, a middle-aged man radiating a thick aura while dressed in simple clothes, sat on a bench and played the sitar he held in his arms.
Playing a tune that would pluck the strings of a woman's heart.
