Flash-fiction for contest entry.
|You send the message from the border—“I come in Puja vacation. Holiday granted.”
This small message brings joy to me. I shall see you again. My mind crosses the brick wall of the room. Now, I am in a clear blue sky. A blowing wind whispers,” your love will come.” The garden looks more colourful and attractive from the sky where every rigid circle of strict rule disappears suddenly. Only five days left between me and my dream!
The time is passing very slowly. Every moment looks like every year to me.
Suddenly, after three days, that ultimate news comes from the border. The news comes to me like a hammer which beats my heart into several small parts.
Finally, You come before time but within coffin where you take rest forever. Your coffin is wrapped by your most favourite national flag. A sweet smell of the flower is also there which you like most.
I also feel very proud to be the wife of a martyr.
(Total words: 168)