Two-month-old Ruchika extended her hand and the thing was now on her palm. It felt cool. She observed its smooth, perfectly transparent surface. It was round and beautiful. She stretched her hand into the sunlight and the thing sparkled like the necklace her mother wore. She beheld it with awe, then laughed softly. She turned towards her mother and held her hand out to show her the magical object.
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Amrita smiled as her daughter Ruchika offered her a raindrop of the first monsoon shower.
-Written on the 10th of November, 2017-