She dumped her bag on the floor and was shouting out to the maid for a refreshing and rejuvenating lemon juice and it was then that her eyes fell upon it…… But today it was cracked and the once silver shimmering frame that she had always caressed with her loving hand, was now rusty and junked.
She stared it with mesmerizing eyes, a moment before picking it up in her hands. She brought it closer and closer until her eyes could penetrate through the broken glass and peer deep into his soul. She had already cured her broken heart. But when she stared at it a moment longer, she couldn’t help her flowing tears.
The drops trickled down the shattered glass, getting into the picture and dampening it. The face had a blurred huge smile, a loving one…..one who doesn’t only laugh himself but makes the ambience; the air laugh along. He wore the red shirt she had gifted and she could remember how she had affectionately ruffled his hair. He was tall and with an enchanting dark complexion.
But no…..they were the eyes that intrigued and enthralled the one who looked at him. His eyes were so dark, soulful and deep that one could just peer in and the indelible laughing face would be forever adorned on the inkling mind. They had that mesmeric beauty and fascination which always attained a second look. No one could resist him….nor could she…
Stirring out of her dreams as someone called out loud for her, before hastily running off, she kissed the picture with wet lips and uttered…”I love you and miss you Dad!”