"Tick tock tick tock tick tock", the clock silently announced the end of another night and the beginning of yet another. It was raining heavily outside. It seemed as if the city was enjoying itself getting drenched in incessant downpour. "If only I was allowed to taste the water drops now, just a bit", sighed Mira. Suddenly she heard her mom's concerned voice ordering her, "close the window dear, you will catch cold if you get wet now". "Yes Ma" and wet back to bed obediently.

Being a working woman and a single mother as well is not an easy job for Mrs. Sonal Jha. Its been three years now since her husband's death. For Mrs. Jha her daughter Mira is her only true happiness. As a successful interior designer Sonal has achieved her fair share of fame in this field. On the other hand she confesses that she is blessed to have a daughter like Mira. And yet she is in pain. It seems as if a part of her is empty.