One More Time

By Sonal Rashid

She was peeping through the small screen for a

long time. I know that she is watching me and

usually it brings a smile on my lips but not today.

We stayed there deeply immersed in our own

world for a long time. She was holding tightly on to

her pallu and this was something that she always

did when she was tensed. I wanted to go and hold

her hand but I was not able to. Today was a

strange day as the only power I had was to watch

her. Staying there I remembered the first time I

held her hand, it was on our wedding day and I

made a promise to hold her hand in every hell and

heaven, but today I broke that promise. Soon she

will know that she is watching just a sculpture as

the soul has long left its shell. I would give anything

to hold her hand one more time but time has run

out.

By Sonal Rashid