A dream come true

Moist eyes, wrinkled face, shuttering lips, he knew he would cry his heart out, to stop himself he avoided looking into her eyes. Every time she tried to look at him straight, he would look away or look at the woman next to her with dismay. She was old like him, eyes filled with tears, running down her cheeks, moving down her neck wetting her saree. It looked like she had cried for ages & all those wrinkles were signs of her sadness. There were tears & little bit of hope as she was holding their hands. A pair of young hands between those wrinkled tear drenched hands. It was only ray of hope they had.

With all her effort she said, “dont leave” & he murmured “us”. They both looked at the mole next to her right eye, to avoid her spacey brown eyes. The girl smiled with her eyes wide.

Door bell rang.

They both looked at the door & when they turned back she was gone.

She gathered her courage to open the door, while he sat there weeping & heart broken.

She came back with a basket, they both looked shocked as the baby had the same mole next to her right eye & spacey brown eyes.