Tear from her wrinkled eye

Evening’s knock on the door was the favorite delight for her ears, since the never ending day felt like eternities. Every moment without him would make her desire more and more of him.

Every tick on his workplace’s clock felt like a whip, as he was separated from the charm of his life. They both were like an ornament, incomplete without each other; meaningless without each other.

Both tired by the limitless wait of seeing each other, their one hug would be the remedy of every pain they had; pain of losing everything, pain of surviving on the horizon of the society. When you have spent a lot of time in agony, your heart becomes saturated with it. It’s a phase where no other suffering can hurt you, but only a blink of happiness creates a sparkle in your eyes, and you smile in the brightest way possible.

They only had each other, both of them were that blink of happiness for each other. They would smile at each other, they would dance in their small cottage, they would laugh together, they would sing for each other, and then they would cry together. The thought of all this going to end was so overwhelming, that no comfort in the World could quieten their melancholic hearts. Then they would mourn together, and they would comfort each other. This cycle of emotions would go on throughout night.

While she was trying to collect the scattered fragments of those beautiful memories, she realized that thirty years had been passed since she last heard the evening’s knock. She was losing those memories, and there was nothing she could do about it. She would subconsciously pray that no more memories may fall into the abyss of time. No matter how hard she tried to hold it back, eventually fell the tear from her wrinkled eye.