When love reaches its depths, the boundary between life and death seems to blur. Similar sentiments were resonating within Rahi. Every morning, she would wake up at the same time as Anant, positioning herself in front of him at the edge of the bed, beaming with a beautiful smile that made Anant forget about the morning itself.
Daily, she would accompany him to the garden, conversing with him despite receiving no response. Yet, he listened attentively to every word she uttered. Rahi would recount the numerous memories they had created together in that garden, sharing stories about their families. The remarkable thing was that Anant never grew angry or frustrated; her sweet voice was a delight to his ears.
Upon returning from the garden, she would massage his legs. Nio assisted with his b
