The morning and sunrise marked fresh beginnings, a new start, something hopeful to everyone

To everyone but Harini.

It pained her to see another morning without him.
Another day to be lonely.
Another day to spend.

A week ago, days were enthusiastic and hopeful.
Nights were romantic and happy.

But now, she couldn't close her eyes without seeing her husband in the centre of his own blood, gasping for air, on a busy bridge.

She couldn't relax without hearing her husband whispering her name.

Everyone said she needed rest. But what she needed was a hug.
From him.

She got that hug from a comparatively smaller pair of hands. She sighed and looked around.
Her son,Ryan tightened the  hug from her back.

Ryan, was recovering from his loss as he would laugh at the cat sometimes or be his own naughty self, while returning from school.

Thinking about Ryan growing up without a father pained Harini. Her eyes closed as a pain spread through her chest.

Tears fell down and a small hand wiped it away.
She hugged the little boy with all her heart for she knew her reason to live.

With a long sigh, she looked around the room. She got up and turned on the lights.

She went to the kitchen to make Ryan his favourite food .
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With a weak body and numb heart, she went to the kitchen to make her son,Ryan, his favourite food.

A 25 year old man walked in and hugged her tightly, kissed her cheeks.
"Maaaaaaa, I missed your cooking, more than you" he smiled.

With a smile, she asked Ryan to take his luggage to his room.