It was raining heavily and black clouds were in no mood to stop. The couple was tempted to dance, to the tunes of the rain. The secluded location on the hill top had its own charm.
The green carpet of trees and vegetation all around the villa were too soothing. And nearby gush of flowing water from the waterfall was music to their souls.
The couple was married for last 30 years. This was their much needed and planned vacation. It was just 7 AM in the clock, no hurry to rush for any office. Yet they sprung out in the garden and started dancing in the rain. This dance was beyond carnal desires, the SHIVA & SHAKTI were celebrating the companionship.
The sense of elation and the pride for both wasn’t measurable at that moment of time. There was nothing besides them in this moment, they were thanking each other and trying to add to the joy in their relationship. Suddenly, it seemed an unasked promise was about to get fulfilled and the dark clouds added lightening to the ongoing delicate balance.
The couple was forced to run inside the villa. Not only were their bodies, but even their souls were drenched in the nectar of romance. They retired for a quick shower and the hot bath tub kept looking in awe.
They were never so used to so much smugness in their real lives. For a change, the husband went directly into the kitchen and prepared breakfast. This tea made by him still carried the same love which it used to have when they were in college. With each sip of the tea the wife would raise her eyes in slow motion to see the face of her husband and thank him without talking. And they’d laugh.
The husband hadn’t many options as time was slipping away like sand in the hands. The beautiful SHAKTI was recently diagnosed of chronic heart ailment, her beautiful heart was giving up on her. Even the lightening, whilst striking harder, couldn’t tell the situation from their faces. The husband knew his wife liked reading a lot. So as any loving husband would do, he had packed few books with him.
The two finished their tea. They had even finished discussing lives of their children. The seeds sown were really bright and the two had no complains. They had two kids and both were surgeons. Beautiful children saving some beautiful lives. Both were not aware of their mother’s medical condition.
The husband picked one story from a book. The wife lay her head on the husband’s lap. Like a magical touch, the book in one hand, he placed the other hand softly on the head of the wife. Slowly and gently, the husband with gradual slow movement caressed her forehead. While pretending to listen, she was falling into a deep slumber, from where she would probably never wake up. With each love-filled stroke on the head, the heartbeat of the wife started to slow down to a flat rhythm. The wife looked up one last time, the husband was still busy reading from the book. She closed her eyes. This was the last memoir she wanted.
Her hands and feet started turning cold, the face changed color to pale white. Her fragile heart stopped beating, her hand fell in air. This made the husband stop reading. SHAKTI had left her body. SHIVA wasn’t pleased at this sight; he had promised her companionship. SHIVA wanted to kill the death. The book fell from his hands, he felt a powerful jolt and lay his head on her body. This was the embrace of SHIVA and SHAKTI.
The couple continued their companionship on the other side of the clouds.