M: So you said that you like photography right, I also enjoy art as well. Before I moved to Mumbai, I had a job which was related to art and I enjoyed it.
O: Then, why do not you continue it? If you love it then you should definitely continue it.
M: I am not interested in it anymore.
O: What made you lose interest in something that love?
M: Life happened.
O: Sorry for prying. I understand that you do not want to share.
M: It’s just that I am trying to forget everything that happened. But the scars will not let me forget it.
O: I understand the pain of forgetting about something. Especially when you believe it is your entire life and commit to it.
O(Thinking): There is something mysterious about her. She is like a coin. One side is her happiness and the opposite side is her sadness. Even thought it is the same coin, it has two different faces. Just like Myrah.
Om takes a handful of seeds and feeds the bird.
O: Do you want to see my pictures? I have it stored on my camera?
M: uhh… I like to see them printed out and just touch them as someone describes it to me. It makes me feel like I am in the actual place itself.
O: In that case, you should visit my studio. I have hosted several exhibitions before.
M: Thank you for the offer but now I have to go.
Myrah sticks her hands out and looks for something behind the bench.
O: Do you need any help?
M: No, I got it.
Myrah takes a metal rod and opens it up. It transforms to a walking stick and Om’ s mouth opens wide.
O(Thinking) Myrah is visually impaired? She… is blind.
M: See you later, Om.
O: Bye… Myrah.