Eyes of Hyderabad
A year has passed since the events of the movie Premalu . (soumya's night vision) Reenu and Sachin are trying to work it long-distance; Amal Davis has left Hyderabad, and Niharika moved out to pursue travel blogging, but everyone’s been in touch. That’s neither been conscious nor demanding; skin and screen share the same space in Reenu’s heart, and days are spent tapping in and out of happenings, sliding careless brush strokes across keyboards, smiling at static eyes. But today, things were off; her thoughts held a momentum that was hard to control. Like slipping into a white room, Reenu kept disappearing into her mind trying to lock onto something unthinkable. There was no memory of reading a children’s book. There was no memory of even holding one. This is perhaps why her grip on the copy of Black Beauty felt uneasy like she had little faith in her own hands. The cityscape outside was an unfocused blur; she confronted a phantom childhood of her imagination, and it occurred