“It’s the name of the father that is important.”
Gayatri could hear the echo of her mother’s voice even after so many hours. “But I already have someone to love Kay in such a way,” she mumbled. As if, trying to reason it out with herself.
“Gayatri, do you remember this is the same flight where we first met?” A voice interrupted her stream of thoughts.
“Yes, it was love at first flight for us Neha,” she replied.
