She

It has been a week. Time flows by even though people claim it to be a illusion. But, ask her and she will say that she really hopes that the events of the last one week were an illusion. After the first two days, there have been things to attend constantly making her forget herself in them. Finally, she found some quiet today. After four hectic days of receiving people, she finally got some time alone to spend with him. She desperately needed that to spend some time with him. For her, that was him - a framed photo of him.

The shy smile which she last saw so long ago was back in the photo. She was desperately trying to forget the rest, the tears and the painful expressions of the last few months, nay the last couple of years. She was trying to connect to the him in the photo whom she so desperately loved. She was appealing to him, the framed version of him, to utter a few words to her. All her feminine emotions started to express themselves. She was a picture of uncontaminated love, affection, care and tenderness - holding the photograph of her beloved. In those few moments her eyes said it all.

They say time heals. One really hopes it does.

Inshallah!