An elegant beauty with glassy, unblinking eyes and a straight face veiled in abyss.He couldn’t find better words to illustrate her charm at that time, in his mind.He sat next to her on the bench she was sitting, with her hands clenched to the corners.
“I thought you have stopped thinking like you used to do. That deeply.”
“I tried but I couldn’t” She replied with a thousand years tiredness echoing in her voice.
He nodded his head as if he understood what she didn’t say. They told each other their stories, the day to day activities, those pleasant smiles and the tears followed by them, In a silent conversation. Silence was there to speak, words were never enough for them.
He looked around to pause and all of a sudden she disappeared. A tiny regret occupied his heart, he shouldn’t have shook his head. He knew, she has to return to the reality.
He has to return too, but he knew they will keep meeting like this, in the meadows where dreams meet reality.
He was satisfied, she was happy. She was satisfied, she wasn’t there in his life to create troubles.
While watching them vanish into the thick fog of reality, the meadows almost cried. For they knew, once they both wished and insisted Him to be with each other….
Meadows didn’t know, life is a step more than this greenery that brown bench and ‘love’.
He smiled and continued merging reality with eternity.