Leaning against the parapet of her balcony, Angela placed her hands on the balustrade, her fingers running over the exquisitely carved animal figurines that etched onto the umpteen pillars that stood out like sentinels the entire length and breadth of Angela’s, the  mansion that bore her name, the only and only double story all marble structure in the entire village of Akasa.

Her kohl lined eyes swept past the massive courtyard and surveyed, with unalloyed pleasure, the wealth of colourful vegetation that greeted her. Everything was there all the flowers of her choice, the ones that came in her dreams__the lilacs, daffodils, copper beeches, roses, asters, lilies__you name it, it was all there__blooming in full glory in the garden the size of half a football field.

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