The dirty untainted window pane was being gradually dusted and mopped away by the drizzle that had come of age outside. The cool breeze rushed in through the hexagonal pores in the netted door and so did the sorted, sober scent of the soil having been stilled by the touch of the spasmodic showers. Devavrata stood in the kitchen of their modest home, sipping steaming tea, observing all of this briskly from afar as fine line segments ran helter-skelter all over his face. The unconstrained weather enjoying its independent embarks and the rains, all had something to do with his better half, his faithful companion of 45 long, lovely, bitter-sweet years. She had a thing for the rains, she just loved them immensely and possibly more than anything else the world with all its bounties had to offer.
He turned to have a look at her, capturing a glimpse of her lying down on the soft little bed on the other side of the room and still on yet another one of her expeditions into the world of her dreams. Putting the cup of tea aside, he walked up to her, eyeing her meticulously moulded features as she slept. Those bleak eye brows with a white hair shooting up here and another one there had something amusingly attractive to them. The thick eye lashes, saggy cheeks fatigued, weary and wrinkled yet radiant like the rising sun and the petite lips that stuck to each other forming a charming rose-hued petal, all of it was irresistibly delightful. Outside, the rain was bucking up, kick-starting the origins of an innocuous and intense ambience.
At once, there was a typhoon, a vicious typhoon of unabridged emotions picking up. In no time had it occurred to him that it was love, he loved her intently and endlessly and had never neither wanted nor had bothered to spill the beans to her. Responsibilities had seen beginnings but not terminations, the boys were the only entrants into their balance sheets and turnovers, as life slipped by and they were humbly living the last quarter of it regret was not even distantly in picture and yet as he was spending this inexplicably bright, beauteous evening at last professing his love for his beloved, his Vinaya, he wished he had done this before. He quickly glanced at the photographs of their children, their families, happy times together and memories, bags full of memories and yet he never felt like telling her before and that in itself was absurd. He wanted to laugh out loud but that could wake her up! His feelings were soon gushing down the blood that ran through his limbs as his long bony fingers felt her brow in nothing but love and secretly hoping she would wake up to her two favourite things in the universe.
But to his utter shock, it felt icy cold. His hairy hands trembled as he reached up to her hand and attempted examining her motionless pulse. He could feel the alarming amount of tension that rose in his nerves; his heart beat harrowingly and haplessly and with a thud he was on the faded floor in a traumatized fit. Alas, had been quietly admiring his lifeless love. A tear, only a deranged tear could make it down his face and chin and his eyes were filled, but he could contain it all. It was certain the uncertainty associated with mortality wasn't really unknown to him. And that moment, acceptance was the key and so was what sprung up as he stood up at once. He had been mentally readying himself, for death was to come, sooner or later. But even his vaguest dreams weren't generous enough to sail him into the probabilities of it coming to his wife first. Yet only a moment ago had love knocked at and ventured into his lonely heart and there was so much of it that he could feel its transition into a compliant smile and form on his lips, a faint, weak smile. No, he wasn't lamenting for that would drive love out of his being and it would be replaced by sorrows and he didn't want that. He wanted his love to stay with him forever, for it had been and will be timeless forever. He shed his grief and proceeded to do what he was expected to for the dear departed.
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So this is definitely not like the stuff I usually write and I don't like sad endings but this one demanded thus. Please drop down your comments.