The bedsheets still had the fragrance of him.The window panes still cherished the time he sat there gazing out.The writing desk still had his unfinished novel crying for attention. Everything remained just the same except for him.
Meera's red eyes clearly confessed what she was going through.She opened his closet and blankly stared at the shirts of his which still smell the same from his sweat.She frantically took out his diary from the drawer and cried reading all the poems which celebrated her.Somehow she couldn't come to terms with reality.
She thought as if she was going through a nightmare and it would vanish soon when she wakes up from her sleep.She glanced on the wall and the oil painting still looked fresh like the time when it was gifted by him.She looked out from her window and the endless green stretch reminded her of all the happy moments basking under the sun with him.She felt his breath lingering on the air.
The door bell rang and Meera's thoughts were suddenly tresspassed. Her hearts danced with joy as she felt he had come back to her.She wiped away her tears ready to welcome him with the warmest hugs and never to let him go again.
He came but this time Meera's warm hugs too, couldn't stop his son's divine journey to the world unknown to mortals...