They walked out from one of the crowded but comfortably air conditioned hangouts offered by the world, to the open, vast roads. The air was dry, but their hearts were warm.
The three children ran ahead on the footpath, two of her children and the third was her sister’s little angel. Hold her hand while crossing the road, she ordered her daughter. I held his hand, the naughty one..sulking a tad bit.
They’re both married now, its been tough for both. She has a life far away. She is here struggling with life, the life which is no longer the same, there have been scars, its nobody’s fault,its just a different mind, needs constant support.
But,She binds them all together.
Come, hold my hand, she said. And together they crossed the road, and walked ahead.
Just like old times, just like maybe when they were young.
And the image of the hands clung together, will always remain with me.