...The partially dried, winter grass comforted her back as she eased herself on my blue bag. Her sleek hair smoothly caressed the grass. And for a moment, the blades appeared to be jingling on their touch.
Nothing could be more soothing than a raw touch of nature. Despite all the human ferocities, nature had always stood by his side. By Listening and healing all the bruises, it had proved itself to be best of what we call company.
As with all the candid and plain souls, she too was fond of raw things.
'Can you pass me something to put over my head please? This sunlight is giving me trouble opening my eyes.'
She asked in an irritated voice.
'Here, have your scarf.'
I threw the white, silk scarf to her.
She caught it and hid her face under it. Her fingers leisurely played with chirping music of birds.
'They say that lovers are like the Sun and the Moon. Keeping a communication but always kept at a constant distance.
One becomes the light for the other.'
I tried to put my thoughts into careful words.
'The Sun illuminates its beloved moon on one hand while it is the source of life for earth on the other hand.'
She yawned.
'Who is your Sun?' I knew that this question will blow her yawning away. So did it.
'I am not the Moon for my Sun.'
She replied in a firm voice.
'Who is your Sun?' I teased her.
She chuckled beneath the scarf and turned her face to other side.
'He is my Sun. My radiant Sun. The source of life for me. A life for which she always longed for.'
She whispered and took the scarf off her blushing face. The mischievous sun rays forced her eyes to shrink to tiny pearls. She laughed and covered her eyes with her arm.
She knew that her own Sun was better than the one shining above her and somehow, she was proud of having it.
The glow on her face was a proof it. A proof that she was living, finally.
