As she arranged the yellow roses in the vase, Emma hummed a song to herself. The sunrays filtering in through the windows & being reflected by the various windchimes that hung outside in the open balcony, swang merrily spreading their merryment through the sounds they produced, cast mysterious dancing pattern on the floor & on her as if she were some angel shimmering in the fading sunrays of dusk. Standing by the door, Dave smiled. He loved to see Emma in this mood. The aura about her was simply irresistable. Had it been someone else, it would have not been possible for the person to grasp the intricate details with all the beauty but Dave was very apt at this since painting had been his passion since childhood & he had been one of the best painters his nation had produced in a decade...aquiring fame & respect that he had not even dreamt of. But just as all dreams were short lived & volatile, so was his - it vapourized into oblivion leaving behind memories he liked to ruminate on, he loved to cherish - or did he really? His gradual rise in the field of painting, his towering ambition, had brought with it pangs of guilt & pain, the magnitude of which he realised now that other illusions were over. But during that time even the pain of that magnitude was submerged with higher dreams & lusts that always found its way to over ambitious & famous men & he was carried away like a shell in the rising tide forgetting about the others that he had left behind on the beach, who awaited his return with anticipation & eagerness, all the time praying for him, for his health & betterment......
"Honey, you are back home!" Emma rushed towards him, her eyes sparkling in excitement - the excitement that had once faded into dull weary eyes.... He pulled himself back to reality & embrecing her, kissed her on the cheek & then on her lips as she blushed profusely. It was as if the were two newly married on their honeymoon whereas the truth is that nearly a decade of bitterness has swept over their marriage threatening to demolish them. It was even surprising that they have even survived through all of it. Well, then again, it would not have been possible had not Emma, the anchor,been so strong. She had held on as the storm raged on sending the ocean into a turmoil & even as the ship, Dave, amidst the hungry waters, wanted to flee with the wind - sailing into the cimmerian darkness. She had held on with the belief that as soon as the storm was over, the ship, faithful to her as ever, would pull her back to himself & they would sail together towards the rising sun - but it had cost her much, much more than Dave, in his conscious mind, would have ever wanted to.
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To be continued.......
