James’s Hospital:-Kiara’s POV:-Beyond the windowpane, the world was draped in a muted, gray veil, the clouds gathering like a congregation of somber spirits. The sky, a canvas of melancholic hues, held a symphony of ashen tones, each layer merging seamlessly with the next. The sun, hidden behind this curtain of clouds, cast a diffused glow, painting the scene with a subdued radiance.The clouds hung low, their edges soft and billowy, like strokes of an artist’s brush sweeping gently across the sky. They moved in a slow, almost leisurely dance, as if lost in their own thoughts, their shapes shifting and morphing with every passing moment.After spending some time beside Auntie, Sister Mary decided to talk to me. But I signal her to walk a little away. I don’t want Aunty to get disturbed by the extra noise in the room.I stand by the window, my gaze fixed on the horizon, where the clouds seem to merge seamlessly with the distant landscape. Sister Mary stands beside me, her presence pr
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