Do you like the sky? For Kahani, it was like her first love. Whenever she found even a little time, she would gaze at the sky. To her, the sky was peace—just like the comfort one feels when seeing a loved one. She loved the sky because it gave freedom to everyone, to live in their own way, and embraced all with open arms. Whenever she saw the sun spreading its colors, she was left amazed—wondering how God could ever imagine such beauty. The blue sky, painted with the crimson hues of the sun, seemed to whisper to her—reminding her to live life with charm, to cherish every moment, and to hold on to the memories of the good times gone by. But today, as she looks at that same blue sky through the train’s window, it feels like an illusion—something you can sense but never truly reach. No matter how much you long for it, you can never touch it.