It was a warm sunny morning in Delhi, the kind of sunshine that seemed to enlighten the city with nothing but happiness. I was eighteen year old, a hotheaded young man with a rebellious streak, more interested in in making fun of a specific person than in the family business. I met Ruhaani when I was in 9th grade. She was a multi-tasking person, trying on every other hobbie that she found interesting, but it was just that. A Hobbie.her canvas filled with vibrant, chaotic explosions of color. She was a force of nature—loud, passionate, and fiercely independent.
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