As she closed the drawer, she looked out of the window at the rising sun. The lights from the sun promised a new ray of hope and brightness.
She went to the washroom in a lost state of mind and sprinkled water on her face, before she looses out the battle with her tears. She looked at the window and to herself for few moments. No one came to remove her tears.
She came out of the washroom and went to the bedroom trying to dry her face. She looked at her husband sleeping quietly and cutely in the bed.
As she took a long sigh, her heart began to heal…