Alankrita looked through the glass walls one evening.
Lara sat reviewing a cover story.
Raghuveer sat in her lap playing with his elephant toy.
The fearsome editor occasionally looked down and smiled at him.
A smile nobody in the office had ever seen before.
Alankrita smiled too.
Her son had done it again.
Cambridge.
The bookstore.
The library.
The canteen.
The hospital.
And now,
the magazine office.
Somehow he kept finding lonely corners in people's hearts.
And making homes there.
Lara noticed Alankrita watching.
Their eyes met through the glass.
Lara looked down at Raghuveer.
Then back at Alankrita.
"He approves of the headline."
Alankrita laughed.
"Very important editorial contribution."
Lara nodded seriously.
"Assistant Editor Raghuveer has high standards."