Days passed ,
It's an evening,time .Bala ,Clara ,Landen ,Aathira and Natchathra are sitting on the garden. Bala is playing cricket with his three children . Meanwhile, Clara is sitting alone with her thoughts completely fixed on something .
Unfortunately ,the ball which Landen smashed ran through air and got bamed on , Clara's shoulder .Clara who is already,fixed on some thing else got back to her sense and winched out ,
" Ouch !!! Where are you smashing ?? Play properly Orelse,you won't Play cricket, next time "
Clara warned , rubbing her shoulder . The full toss ,ball directly hit her shoulder with an heavy force .The pain ,is vulnerable . Her face , scrunched up .
" Sorry mom "