”Devi aa gayi hain.”The exact same thing she heard in that vision.She looked at the saint and joined her hands to bow down to him when he held her hands and bent down to touch her feet to which she stopped him and silently kept her hand over his head blessing him.Before she could ask that man about anything,he was nowhere to be found.

Abhimaan was looking at the man and his gaze met the Saint’s,AKA his grandfather’s eyes.He ran to hug him but before he could move further ,he was engulfed by a pair of arms which belonged to his grandfather only .He silently ran his fingers through his hairs and pecked his forehead.He patted his head and cheeks and whispered,”Humara bachaa”.Both of them had tears in their eyes.Tears which told a tale of seperation,love ,care and the void one felt without the other.