Circle of Time
Three years back, on a full moon night, the holy wedding fire had brightly lit her beautiful face. She was draped in her red Benarasi , and he, crowned with his topor. She blushed behind the pan-pata , her eyes stealing glances every now and then, while his were longing to see them uncover. That was when he had touched her hand for the first time, when her fingers intertwined with his, and with every slight movement of their hands, their rings clicked. That was when their eyes full of love and excitement met, and with the warmth of love and the holy fire, they had started a new life, together. Three years later, today, on another full moon night, he was sitting on the ground, with their rings clutched in his fist; and with every slight movement of his fingers, the two wedding rings clicked. Her eyes were shut, his were wet, yet blank. This time, it was cold and silent. When the same fire lit on the pyre lit her beautiful face, singeing into her body, burning her...