My entire house shimmered with the mild glow of golden candles. Some rested along the dining area while some were left loose from the ceiling, just the way Vaidehi liked. The holy aroma of essence sticks added life to the ambience and the aartis completed the festive vibes. Everything, starting from the menu for dinner to the detailed decorations in the backyard was the fruit of Vaidehi's enthusiastic efforts. While I was on the verge of finishing the rangoli near the entrance gate, in came a gorgeous girl of eighteen whom no one could stop looking at. Vaidehi had this naturally graceful charm in her which I admittedly envied. But hey! It's not like I was the only one- It was hard to not notice how perfect she was. Besides her academic record being a dream-come-true, she was also an excellent artist with marvelous paintings and a skillful dancer with authentic moves. Her life was the definition of perfection in a lot more ways than just one. For instance,...
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