| Picture perfect | | | | As a father, his heart was an ocean of emotions. The |
| Frame a lifetime of bygone moments together forever. | | | | third 6 x 4-inch picture beckoned him. His six-year-old |
| Amar Mehta's heart was a mixture of joy and pain. It | | | | daughter in her yellow frock and an orange |
| reminded him of a day 25 years back when his | | | | water-bottle around her neck, on her first day to |
| daughter Rimi was born. He stared at the 'Designer | | | | school. Clinging tightly to Daddy. He was and would |
| Wall Hanging Wooden Photo Frame for 12 Pictures' in | | | | always remain her ultimate hero. |
| his room. Rimi had gifted it to him on his birthday. It was | | | | His eyes moved further. There were six landscape |
| full of her pics. The first one was a black and white | | | | and six portrait pics in all. One was a toothless Rimi |
| picture of the then baby girl. A small, innocent bundle | | | | being awarded Miss Fancy Dress in her 2nd standard. |
| with tiny hands curled up in tight fists. That same baby | | | | Then a lanky Rimi in her early teens. A school farewell |
| girl of his, Rimi, was getting married today. | | | | pic, Rimi submerged in her mom's blue saree, smiling |
| Pain is a physical thing. It passes with time. But | | | | shyly at the camera. |
| happiness stays. With the celebrations in full swing | | | | The bride would be dressed by now in her red |
| downstairs, one could hear the guests moving around | | | | lehenga. His eyes rushed towards the door and then |
| and girls singing. The bharatis were expected in a few | | | | back to the Designer Photo Frame on the wall. The |
| hours from now. He stood still. Eyes glued to the | | | | next picture was a landscape family photo. A slightly |
| beautiful, wooden Designer Wall Hanging Photo Frame | | | | grey headed him and his wife with their young |
| in front of him. The second picture was of Rimi, the | | | | daughter. More pics of her college days. Their little |
| toddler. Cuddled in her Mom's lap in her diapers. | | | | daughter was a young lady by now. Full of life, full of |
| In three more hours, maybe four, she would be gone. | | | | ideas. |