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The Reflection (Short Story)

The Reflection 

I spent my 30 years of life with my wife. She was a beautiful mind. Her first step in my house was like a meeting with deity in a dream. She nurtured and nourished my family, gave me strength in every adverse situation. She was a motivation for my life. We were a perfect couple.

You know, love becomes perfect when a couple not only love with each other all the time but have a fight too occasionally.

Fighting with your partner is not always a bad thing rather it makes you love her more than ever, because you come to know certain things about each other during discussion, and that certain things sometimes amazed you that you would have never ever come to know if the fight had not happened, and this is the thing that bounds you with  your partner more.

We were fighting with each other almost every alternative day. This was sometimes too irritating, because I was a very busy person and always busy with the stuff. While my wife was a homemaker.

 I can remember an incident when we were fighting for something, then during fight she said very sadly “you will miss me too much, when I will go forever, then you will cry like a child, but I will not be available there with you to wipe your tears. Then you will realize it. “

I have two children with her, both are daughters. Elder one is 27 years old and younger one is 20 years old.It is a marriage ceremony of my eldest daughter today. I entered in her room to take her to the marriage hall. She turned towards me and I surprised and astounded.

She is exactly reflecting her mother, my wife. I never saw my daughter like this before.   It gave me an impression that she is here, my beloved wife is here, standing right in front of me. The same innocent look, brown hair, black eyes, everything is in front of me, my heart started pounding   and all of a sudden I felt that the time has revolved and I am in my past.

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But it was not true, rather an illusion. It’s not her; it’s my daughter, our daughter, our first child. Today I realized that how lonely, how solitary I am, without her. 

How the thing has changed since her demise. I sat silently on the chair and closed my eyes.

Her beautiful face came in front of me, but she is not here, even on the wedding of our first child; she left me single, she left this world.

My eyes started pouring tears like water flows in the river.I am crying like a child today, missing her, too much in grief. But she is not here, to wipe my tears...

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