Walking into an Oil Painting
The figure in a white-and-pink dress came to be clear. We didn’t realise that a cotton saree could be so perfect on a person until we met Preeti.
The park was particularly quiet on a weekday, without the vigorous market and people coming and going. You would love to seize such a good day.
Sunshine was dancing with the ripples. Ducklings were playing in the stream. Birds were chirping through the trees. Leaves were swaying in the wind. And we? We were working on an oil painting.
Thank you, dear Preeti, for being our heroine.
Mengci & Zixi
1 April 2026