Their romance was as immaculate as it could be. The cadence in her voice would gently strike the chords of his heart; his fingers would unknowingly run through her hair. They painted each other's soul with enchanting poetry, every now and then. The untold stories of their love, affection and care, only their eyes spoke out loud. She would hear his heartbeat against her cheek whenever they came close. His hands running down on her waist would make her chew her lip a bit; trying her best to stop that smile from unraveling itself. She liked him teasing her, but refused to surrender!
After all the comforting long walks,
those loud silent talks,
those drops of the first rain,
that journey on an unknown train.
He finally wrote, "I am sorry, but I will have to leave you. There is someone whom I love more than you."
Four years later, she was holding the same letter, her tears erasing and rewriting each of his engraved words. That only treasure, she now held close to her heart. She fell to the ground and finally broke down when she saw his body being brought home, wrapped in aTiranga!
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