The Return of Miracle
He walked in with a leather bag. The sweat of weary life greeted him. A soft face torn apart by bitter pain stared at him. Never once perturbed by the lines of sorrow, he moved gently towards the face, held the person reeking of self doubt in his arms and hugged peace in the icy cold soul. Why?
Because he knew life can be returned and his destiny was inscribed in her destiny.
She dreamt of a life that was full of love; she wished for that one person who would love her as one loves themselves. And in the past she had waited patiently for just that moment. She tried, she faltered and yet her heart never lost that singular hope.
He knew what was he was about to lose. He knew he was victorious though he lost many battles. The magic that he found many years back sought him out to infuse a little miracle.
He opened her clenched fist. From the mysterious bag he took out that something she never fore saw.
It was her dream and it was held between two pair of hands. It was now theirs to keep and cherish and protect.
They were empty but their lives were brimming with all that is new. The promise was kept, the miracle had returned and the two shadows walked towards the rising Sun that peeked out from behind the ranges of Trikuta Hills.
What happened next to the two?
Well, they live to learn and teach each other a new vision each day. And they remain grateful to all those who love and stand by them.
And they both in their own space think:
"A lifetime ain't enough"
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