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 Before her she could see the vast amalgamation of different figures of various sizes and hues. Some stood out and some faded in the background ! they were the pieces of life, the seasoned and battered relics of lived moments relegated to the back of memory like some disease which was in remission and could surface at will. 

It was a breezy morning, they were all sitting in the compound of one of the famous temples  of the city. She frisked around with her cousins they were all in their teens.The elaborate rituals of puja held no attraction for her since she was quite used to them in her house.It was the intermingling and the freedom to explore the beautiful  scenic beauty around.The deep yellow and dark maroon marigolds the purple panzy the red roses and the huge whooshing deodar trees.A heaven where the mediocrity and depravity got consumed and a spark of pure ecstasy touched her heart.It was during such a moment when she felt  joyous she heard her senior cousins discussing something animatedly.There was a friend of theirs too. He seemed to be the object  of their irritation and ridicule. He was of short stature with an intense gaze and polite manners.They left him behind but he trailed along.She carried his memory as a teenager till she lost it in the nitty gritty of life and may be it forms one of the pieces of her jigsaw!

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