"I myself am made entirely of flaws, stitched together with good intentions...................."

The sun dipped low in the sky as Vatsal and Shubhita finally made their way back home. The day had been long and somewhat taxing, filled with more serious undertones than either had anticipated. While they exchanged words, there was a noticeable absence of the playful banter that usually flowed so easily between them. Instead, their conversations were peppered with contemplation and the occasional sigh, as if they were both lost in their own thoughts.