In the quiet of the evening, Bhargav found himself strolling towards the garden where Ashok tatha, sat on a bench, sharing old stories with his grandparents. The air was cool and refreshing, but Bhargav's mind was elsewhere, entangled in the complexities of recent distressing events and how to handle Anjali. As he approached, Ashok tatha's voice drifted to him, laden with a melancholy that immediately piqued Bhargav's attention. "January 22nd...it was a tragic day, truly heartbreaking for all of us," Ashok was saying, his voice thick with emotion. Bhargav paused his steps, not wanting to intrude but unable to walk away from the unfolding story. "Sanju had just started to walk, a delightful little bundle tottering around. My wife Ganga, Sanju's parents, and I were all thrilled about the outing. We had planned to celebrate her first birthday in style, taking her to a circus in a nearby town, which featured lots of rides for small children." Ashok paused, his voice catching as he delved deeper into the memory. Ganga and I were holding onto Sanju to keep her from running around. At the same time, my son and daughter-in-law crossed the street to pick up some toys for Sanju and snacks for everyone. That was the moment — it occurred suddenly: a drunk driver, hurtling down the road in a lorry, lost control. They...  they had no chance of survival.