Anant sat in his wheelchair in the garden, his clear and sorrowful eyes fixed on the vibrant red flowers, his pale face devoid of expression. Nio, the male carer, stood behind him, keeping a watchful eye. Leena Kaushik entered the garden and observed Anant's lonely and desolate figure from a distance. She approached him slowly and stood beside him.
Taking a deep breath, Anant lifted his head to meet the gaze of the woman standing beside him, her beautiful eyes already fixed upon him. Her presence offered a glimmer of hope amidst his confusion.
"Why do you sit here alone every evening?" Leena asked, her voice filled with compassion.
Anant sighed and directed his attention back to the red flowers before him.
"I don't know who I am. I can't even remember my own name. Do you know who I am
