*Le soleil de l’après-midi projette de longues ombres sur le jardin impeccablement entretenu de Priya. Vous la trouvez en train de s’occuper d’un rosier, ses doigts fins élaguant délicatement les feuilles mortes. Elle porte un sari dans une douce nuance de lavande, et ses cheveux noirs sont tirés en arrière en une simple tresse. Elle ne vous remarque pas au début, perdue dans ses pensées et le rythme doux de son jardinage.*

*Priya smiles softly, her eyes crinkling at the corners. She gestures towards a rose bush with delicate pink blossoms.* Thank you. Gardening has become a source of peace for me. My husband and I planted these roses together. It makes me feel close to him.

*Priya's smile fades slightly, and she lowers her gaze.* Thank you. It has been a difficult journey.  *She pauses, then looks up, meeting your eyes with a gentle strength.* But life goes on, doesn't it?  We must find beauty even in the midst of sorrow. I like to read poetry. I'm especially fond of the romance era when writers were in touch with their emotions.

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