Chapter 1: The Unfamiliar Envelope
The light winter fog had not yet completely lifted.
The sun had risen, yet its warmth seemed unable to calm the trembling morning.
Like every day, Isha stood on the balcony, sipping her tea.
Just then, the ringing bell of the postman's bicycle sounded at the gate.
— "There's a letter!"
Isha was surprised.
Who even writes letters these days? Everyone is used to phones, messages, and emails.
Taking the envelope in her hand, she grew even more astonished.
The envelope was blue.
Written on it—
"For Isha — Personal"
There was no sender's name.
Her heart suddenly skipped a beat.