After 3 years I again came here in time without any car problems. Situations changed a lot. Last time I gave 3 auditions, but this time they called me 3 times about the concert. 

This place is very important for me, my everything started here only. It's a clear sunny day, but I'm wishing for rain. May be this time also that rain bring her for me. 

Riya and Sameer were happily married. We were no more just a music band but a family now. They couldn't attend this concert due to their other works.

I took a quick nap and checked the arrangements for concert in same lawn area before meeting the manager. He is the same person who gave me the first chance. 

We are in contact, last year also he asked about the concert but due to some other issues I refused. This time I didn't, moreover it's a small concert with very less people. 

"Good Morning Arun", he raised from his seat and shook my hand after I entered his cabin.

"Good Morning sir, How are you?" I wished with smile. 

"Very fine.... Come on .... Take your seat", I sat on chair. He occupied his on other side of table.

"What about a coffee or anything you wish", he offered.

"No I'm fine thank you", I said.

"Then tell me.... how's the life and all?" he asked in friendly manner.

"All good  and routine", I replied. "What about yours?"

"As usual..... same work..... managing the resort maintenance, managing guest.... now your concert and that painting exhibition", he said with smile. Listening the word painting exhibition, a different feeling raised.

"Oh art exhibition.... Is that Deepak Sharma?" I asked out of curiosity.

"No.... It's Swara....... a young painter", he said.

"Swa... Swara... is that the name?", I asked. I'm not sure is that the same girl or not. Swara is the name I given to her, not her real name.

"Yes", he replied. May be it's just a coincidence that a painter named Swara. May be it can be the same girl. I just want to know who is this Swara. 

"Where is this exhibition?" I asked raising from chair.

"It's in hall 2", he said. 

"Thank you I will meet you later", I said. 

"All the best for your performance", he raised from his place and shook my hand. I gave a smile as reply.

After that I literally ran to the hall. I strongly wished that should be her. I saw a group of people at a corner and a girl saying something to them and I couldn't see her clearly. May be she is the artist. 

My heart thumped in my ears. I'm taking slow steps towards her. After few steps I saw that girl, may be luck is not with me. 

"Arun", someone yelled and in fraction of seconds some girls and boys surrounded me. 

They are asking for autographs and photographs. I dishearteningly joined with them. I'm still looking at that direction hoping for nothing. 

The group around her also came towards me then I saw the painting clearly. My heart skipped its beat. I remember, it's the same painting she had drawn but there is a change in it. 

I wanted to see it clearly. I hastily came out of the crowd and rushed to painting. There is man with guitar standing in rain. I understood who's that.

"Where is Swara?" I asked that girl who was earlier talking to crowd.

"She just.... went out...." she said with hesitation. 

My instinct urged me go to lawn area where I saw her first time. I didn't pay attention to anyone and ran outside.

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