She turned to leave, yet looked back one last time with longing.
Spring was unchanged..... smiling enchantingly at the world! While nature, draped in color, spread its wings to allure hearts again and again. As she looked back, she whispered, “I should not say this… yet I will.”
Why do these dry leaves dance in the air? It feels like, a tree sheds tears when a cruel wind tears its heart, forcing itself across meadows toward another garden, only to strip it bare!
Looking back one final time, she realized she had already crossed the bridge of the world. Ahead, there lay another sphere. She told herself, ' there was no need to turn back anymore. Leave worldly emotions behind that bridge. Leave life to the ever-changing green, leave breath to the softly flowing cool breeze. Smile at your own story. Tell the sky once...be there, remain there.... witness births and deaths as a silent spectator. Remember every story, for one day a poet may come and ask what you have seen through millions of years. Then you have to answer to that mad poet with evening hues, drifting clouds, and rainbow colors where one shade melts into another, just like, life into death, violet into red, and all the shades in between... yes, in between!'
Life dissolves into love, love dissolves into silence, and silence becomes the eternal witness. When the last scene in her eyes fades, love loosens its earthly form, crosses the unseen bridge, and dissolves into the eternal hush where sky, wind, and color remember it forever!
Kyunki Saas Bhi Kabhi Bahu Thi 2
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