As Shakti disembarked from the bus, an eerily beautiful sight beheld her. The overcast sky, the deserted pathway, all seemed to be calling out to her. She had made the journey at last. The unfathomable desert would be her final sojourn.
Arjun had drawn such vivid images of the place, that she felt a sense of déjà vu.
Her soldier husband had lost his life on the very ground she stood on.
As she sifted the sand through her fingers, she could let go of her misery and only a sense of pride pervaded through her.
Linking this with #FridayFictioneers hosted by the amazing Rochelle Wiseoff.