“See you honey,” the fisherman gave her a warm hug, early morning, before sailing out to the open seas to catch fish.
A sudden unannounced cyclone hit; with flash floods dislodging the loose soil – eroding away the land. Everyone ran off to safer places.
Their little pink lovely hut was hit too. Underneath the rubbles of the fallen roof, she sat still, shaking. She was waiting for her husband to return. Nothing deterred her to leave the place.
Since that fateful day, four-hundred years passed and as many cyclones. Unaware she's ethereal; she still awaits her husband to return someday.
Copyright 2014 © Nandini Deka
A haunting tale of love!
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DeleteA lovely post :-)
ReplyDeletethank you dear :-)
DeleteDear Nandini,
ReplyDeleteTender and haunting.
shalom,
Rochelle
thanks for the wonderful prompt :-)
DeleteSo sad and hope its not true!
ReplyDeleteits a fiction :-)
DeleteI hope he shows up someday. Great story.
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Deletereally nice! I loved it :)
ReplyDeletethank you @Ankita, glad you liked it
DeleteSo little words..so many things told. Nice one Nandini :-)
ReplyDeletethanks for reading @Mahiparna
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DeleteVery nice post! Keep it up!
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