Once in week she would visit him. For a while her lonliness would fade in the air like the cold thin mist. She would sit beside him like a lost miserable soul. She felt that the gift of life had turned out to be a neverending punishment for her. But when she sat beside him she felt some kind of relief that she knew was brief and momentary. Now as she sat beside him,his presence was very different, she did not feel his warmth anymore. Still she would spend an hour or two,reminiscing about the golden past they had spent together. This definitely brought a smile to her face deepening her few fine wrinkles in the edge of her eyes and lips,slowly wetting her natural cameras that had dearly captured her best moments and now she was staring the tomb underneath it, the soil had already consumed his flesh and what remained was his bones. In the process of consuming thousand corpses year after year , the soil had lost all its teeth thus unable to chew the hard bones;dry,dirty and hollow ,they remained forever scattered.With a heavy heart she would trim the bunch of Roses and hibiscus,his favourites which she had planted beside him as his eternal friends. And when they blossomed she felt as if he was born again to be with her and she would return home with few sticks and kept them in a glass vass beside her bed until they withered and she would run for him again…..