Amrita had always been a city girl, thriving in the hustle and bustle of urban life. However, a sudden change of heart had occurred and a deep-seated desire for change led her back to her hometown in Mangalore. One fine day, with all her belongings in just three bags, she reached her ancestral home that stood amidst a serene coconut grove.
Tired of her corporate job and seeking meaning in her life, Amrita decided to try her hand at farming, something her family had lost with her grandfather. But with no immediate family to guide her, Amrita felt the burden of the uphill task. Her extended relatives who lived nearby refused to help her thinking she was going through a fad. She bought a few farm essentials, determined to make it work, but as months passed, she lost the will to continue and completely broke down.
One fateful day, as Amrita stood by her gate contemplating her next move, cursing herself for letting go of her corporate job and wondering if this was all a big mistake, she couldn’t believe her eyes when she saw her friends approaching with bags in their hands.
“Surprise, Amrita!” exclaimed Priya, dragging her suitcase and a bag filled with paintbrushes and paint cans.
“I thought we could use some colour around here,” added Samar with a wink.
Amrita’s eyes filled with tears as they all hugged her together. All of them ended up crying as the depth of her struggles washed over them. That evening, her friends presented her with a new plan.
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