Anjali, a loving housewife. Her life was woven around her husband, Vikram, and their two children – ten-year-old Arya and seven-year-old Aarshav. In the rush of city life, Anjali's own existence was confined by the clock, where pausing for herself was merely a dream. Deep within her heart, lay suppressed the aspiration of becoming a painter and the fragrance of poetry.The Beginning of the StoryAnjali and Vikram lived in an apartment in the heart of the city. It was beautiful, but surrounded by crowds. From their kitchen window, a small, square patch of the sky was visible. But for the