Episode 1: Prologue

Sipping hot tea sitting at one corner of the tea house has become a daily ritual for me from past 8 years. For a 34-year- old, professor after controlling and teaching students whole day a sip of tea relaxes me to the core. Sitting there the thing which interests me the most is looking at different expressions on people's faces going in and out of the tea house tells a lot about their life story; On the next table of mine group of friends were busy on swiping their mobiles instead of conversing with each other and cracking jokes they were more interested on virtual life than the gifted present moment of them which importance they will maybe realise later, another side couple was arguing because the guy liked the post of a girl on Instagram; well it was funny to see how technology has disrupted their love life and love has become an absurd connotation. This machinery life has left us no time to even think for ourselves looking at the mentally exhausted face of the man who was sitting in front of my table, I was able to feel it as if he waiting for death or someone to say everything is going to be alright. Faces over Faces has become the image to define modern life but if you look closely sometimes the fake face fall off, similar to the girl sitting in the next table to him. She was doing touch up of her makeup, again and again, to hide the tears from the people as for the person she was waiting for 2 hours was the disappointment she was afraid of left alone. Don't take me as a psychologist it is just that these things make you realise how small are your worries and the stark reality we are living and one thing that is connecting everyone in that tea house is the aroma of tea which is relaxing every lost soul which also once help me up to uplift my soul 8 years back.

"Mumma Mumma ..." my 9-year-old daughter Alia voice brought me back to the present.

"What's up, sweetheart?"

"Look at this, is this beautiful?" she showed me a beautiful landscape she has drawn on the white paper. Sometimes, I wonder how many qualities she has taken after her dad.

"Awww it is so beautiful darling! you are such a great artist." I kissed her forehead.

"Mumma..." she showed me a flyer containing information about Art Exhibition going to happen on Sunday

"I want to go to this exhibition. Pleaseeee can we go?"

I know from the time she gained a sense of knowledge about her surrounding her only interest lies in the art may be because of her father. Going to exhibitions has always been the best time for us to spend together.

"Of course, we will go." I gave her an assurance smile

But little did I know at that time this visit to the exhibition is going to start a new chapter in my life...

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