Happiness

It was not easy to leave the past and the bitterness. Still she promised to dig a grave for everything to recall in leisure. Her face was changing from darkness to bright sunshine. It was an amazing moment. I was there to listen her tale. Sun was at the evening threshold. Excitedly I hold her hand and asked,' Minu, can you bury everything?"
She smiled and focused on her work.
A cool breeze touched us. I realized the bitterness and her struggle to escape the chill.


It was not the moonlit night. Minu was in pressure. Still she was smiling. One after another she was unwrapping the packets.On each packet there was a date written in glistening ink.I was reading them stealthily.Suddenly I found Minu gazing at me. I became conscious.
Minu- want to read them.
-No, I said.
-Why?
-Those have the feelings of depression and loneliness.
-Good.
she said, and unwrapping the packets she thrown them in the grave.
Now I found her relaxed.
-Let's go, she said.
-Yeah, I said with unmindful gesture.
The silence of the graveyard was no more hunting us. She was happy,and looking at her I was happy.

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