I was walking down the stairs, when those photo frames caught my glimpse. They were a set of three, three different poses which beared equal happiness. Bubbles of memories bursted in my head. They were taken during my last vaccination here with 'Acha'. I still remember how I fought with him to get those pictures framed so that I can keep them forever here in these stairs as long as we lived here.

I drew the curtain to have a better view of the garden. The granite statue of the fisherman shimmered in the moonlight. Acha was always into these sculptures. He crafted them with great effort and satisfaction. I still remember those baskets of love which he received from his admirers at our doors, as flowers and sometimes in long heavy letters.....

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