The winter smog has been denser in the past few nights. Rimi’s drooling eyes fell upon her love, her somber husband, all wrapped in a coarse woolen blanket, busy reading, under a table lamp.

Her thoughts went back to that vague silhouette of memories of her days of love… closeness… And marriage?

***

It was the same cozy winter night. At the farthest corner of the empty street, she stood under the sodium street light, which overlooked an Italian café, waiting for the love of her life only to run-away with him. The café was open… She could see hot coffee brewing from outside but the frost of emotion settled in her soul as she waited.

Several questions ravaged her sense of existence as she waited… waited... and waited.

He was from a different faith after all and Rimi’s family was conservative.

***

Tonight, after 3 years of her togetherness with her new life, maybe she'd unable to say what he meant to her, but she’d probably strum a song of love for the person whose hands clutched hers tight all her life.

So, she came close saying“ I have never asked anything from you. I never will..."

Her husband looked up from the book towards her. Her beautiful face gleaming in the light from the lampshade and the smog trapped within her soul while she asked, "Shall I kiss a promise of love and life?”

And for the very first time ever they embraced the smog of “true love”.

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