She was tossing in bed.her mind was wandering in the past.it was her 60th birthday & her only son didnt even wish her.she remembered her last birthday when she mocked @her husband 4gifting her a tree sapling.it was his last gift for her,a few months later he died in an accident&her son left 4abroad leaving her all alone.... She recollected all the happy moments she shared with her beloved husband. Tears rolled down her cheeks and wished if he was alive Sun beams traversed window n fell on her face.it was a signal, a message of morning. She got up &came in the veranda with a cup full of rice for pigeons who visited her often.she always loved to feed them. Again she missed her soulmate.his last gift jus clicked her.she walked 2wrds that pot n saw d withered,drooped branches. It was not watered from a long time She felt a tinge n promised 2keep it alive Now its been 6months since her birthday n it is blooming,throwing aroma all around.she no more feels lonely (This is my 1st short story)
Posted on: Tue, 12 Aug 2014 18:01:42 +0000
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