It had been more than one year since Daksh and Sana left town. Sana wouldn’t say that everything in their life was sunshine and butterflies (though Daksh would disagree) but it was just the kind of life she wanted to live. The ability to just up and move out of a town if she got bored of it one morning and root herself to a person instead of a place so that she’d never feel not at home. It was a good life and she had no complaints. Also, the idea of people saying ‘Circus is coming to town’ reminded her of the nostalgic times when she used to be taken to the circus from the orphanage as a part of some checkbox criteria to avail funds. Reigniting a tiny fragment of the past in people gave her some extra happiness in what she did.