Being There
She looked out of the window and wondered why is it so difficult to hold back the tears when someone’s gone..after all she knew this distance is there for a very short while. She was mystified at the complete inaction of her practical sense. It seemed as if she was not really the matter-of-fact, relaxed person that she had believed herself to be. Was it her imagination that the sky seemed just a bit more quiet, the breeze seemed more stinging, the birds seemed less busy and the river seemed less cheerful now that he wasn’t there? After all, her realistic self – as she called it – told her, he had nothing to do with any of these; nothing to do with the trees, the sky, the air, the sun. Then why is it that she felt, in her heart of hearts, that the world would appear more happier and better when they are together again? She shut the window and the perplexing world outside and decided to go to sleep. May be when she wakes up, he will be with her. He had nothing to do with the world or th...