The sun shone and the dark room felt warm.
Embracing the sunshine, Shiva fell asleep in his morning dream…
Memories rise and fall..
All the dreams seen at night are hidden in the cold snow.
The impression of a thousand black stars smiling and dancing in the clouds of snow beyond the window…
A stretch of burning somewhere inside the mind as Shiva slowly weaves the memories together.
Deepti’s memories don’t fade away…
Shiva closed his eyes…
Deepti, with her polished hair tied with black jasmine flowers, stood on his chest with a fragrant face…
Tears of happiness fell from his eyes and fell on her red hair.
Living with her brought back memories of good times…
‘Deepthi’
‘um’
Called lovingly…
‘We are starting a new life today, a new life of sharing joys and sorrows, loving each other and taking on all the challenges that life may throw at us.
He looked into her eyes and hummed slowly…
‘It is my dream that has come true, it is my Lord who has taken back my life which would have been lost…I will be with you for the rest of my life’
She said…
He slowly held her close to him and kissed her on the forehead…
Deepti’s eyes shed tears of joy…
He wasted no more time…
Until they reached the airport, their hearts were filled with sadness and sadness.
They struggled every second to suppress the pangs that rose up from within. Unknowingly her eyes filled with tears…
‘Don’t cry, I can’t hold back if you cry…
I want to see your little smile and leave…’
She gave him a teary smile…
She kept looking at him until he disappeared from the shade…
She walked back as a wingless bird, and their lives continued to climb the stairs of prosperity, prosperity and love…
That one day Deepti woke up as usual.
After taking a bath and visiting the nearby temple, he was returning to the stable holding hands, when he saw the stray dogs that came in a group, he got scared and closed his eyes.
Bystanders rushed to calm the scene.
The phone rings and she runs to pick it up. It’s Shiva, I’m in a hurry to meet my prince…
In the sweet words of her desire, he forgot the surroundings for a moment…
Like flowers blooming on both sides, they were immersed in the fragrance of the word…
Each day Shiva’s love for her flew through heavenly feelings…
The days and nights fell a little more… He flew from the scorched desert with a gift for his beloved…
Then in the car to the village, Shiva got out and ran.
The thought of him fluttered into her memory as if by passion, as if he had been away from her for five or six years, though it had been only a few months.
I had many things to tell her, and I didn’t know that she was waiting for me and she was waiting for me.
When he reached the courtyard, a few people gathered and brought a young woman. She has the same face as Deepti…
“I was bitten by a street dog… Don’t tell me, you’re young, aren’t you?” It’s a pity he’s abroad…’
He heard the crowd murmuring.
The villagers are busy with funerals.
Raman’s son Unni was bitten to death by stray dogs on his way to school.
A heart of pain that won’t listen to words, sadness guards that heart… What’s going on around?
He knows nothing…
He was tired of looking at her face…
Through people…
Standing in the colorless light.
The stray dog ran towards Shiva and passed…
Slowly Shiva leaned on her cold breast…
Blood oozed from the bite wound…
In one of his hands were her favorite roses… and the petals flew down to her figure carved in butterstone…
Beypur T.K. Muralidhara Panicker