Rain poured softly the day Krishna first saw Purvi—draped in yellow, lighting incense at the Ganapati pandal. Their eyes met like a prayer answered. Thunder rolled, but all he heard was her laughter. From borrowed umbrellas to shared street-side chai, their story bloomed. Every rain after felt like a song only they understood. When they wed under cloudy skies, even the priest smiled, “Blessed by Bappa Himself.” Years passed, but every drizzle pulled them back to that pandal, that glance, that moment. Love, like rain, sometimes arrives quietly—soaking deep, leaving music in its wake. Krishna and Purvi were always meant to be.
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Well, here I am as promised in your other space. Read all pending posts. At least Vada Paav made the day. Someone really did up Gandhi pictures qell. Destiny was so engrossing with such a twist in the last chapter but ended well as she moved on. Good photograph to welcome March. I always admire women for their capacity to take on multi-roles with so much easiness. They should be given their proper due respect. Struggle is well written and is inspiring. Surprise really is not only told keeping one engrossed but had real surprise in the end. Beautiful picture to welcome April.
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PS : I think I need to visit you more frequently.
@Rachna: That is true , even the kids this time around have become so smart that they don't fall into any pranks. Will watch out you rspace for some wonderful pictures soon.
@Sush: This photo was taken in Las Vegas March 2009.
@Jack: Thanks you so much for those detailed comments. It so much does matter when some one comes and really takes their time to write what he/she felt about after reading a post. I admire your passion into this. Thank you so much