Chapter 2
As a kid, Sarah had spent most of her vacations with cousins. They were off the same age and caused a few heartaches for the elders. She remembered the first time he had walked into the living room. Lean and scrawny, there was something about the way he carried himself. The fluttering of butterflies in her stomach had meant one thing; she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him. She blushed. Shied away from every mention of his name. She was 10. She wouldn’t know that God listened to the wishes of little kids. And would set her life in that course. Sarah was born in one of the hottest cities in India. Purists felt that it was the coldest at the beginning of the year. At most time it was dry. And hot. Windy. She did feel that her moods resembled the weather. Frequent swings, random outbursts followed by a submissive flow of love. She had grown up being the best. Her grandparents had looked at her as their darling angel; teachers ...