She looked around and just sat there gazing at the river which shimmered in the October sun.
He sat next to her. He looked at her and his lips formed a smile that steered through her being, making her heart flutter.
“Where was I all these years?” she wondered.
She was over the moon when she became a mother and held the tiny pink thing in her hands, four years ago. He became the focal point of her life and soon she got immersed in the alleys of motherhood.
It was a beautiful feeling but soon she turned melancholic. It was as if her existence had come to a standstill.
She pined for freedom, she pined to find herself.
He could sense her struggle and held her hand.
Today, vacationing in the most beautiful city, holding her husband’s hand, she had found herself again.
They sauntered through the picturesque locales of the countryside.
The girls were a picture of gaiety. Their uproarious laughter reverberated through the overcast sky.
“I am so glad, we could keep our pact that whenever one of us gets married, we would all turn up and it would be like a reunion”, exclaimed one of them.
A truck wheeled its way towards them. The driver was a boorish man in his forties. He saw the women standing right in the middle of the road. He honked vehemently.
Just then out of the blue, the local radio channel in his car announced, “At 11 am today, near Riveira hills, a bride and a group of bridesmaids met with a fatal accident when on their way to the wedding spot. None survived.”
The man instinctively peeked at the clock on the dashboard.
It said “10:59 AM”.
A shiver ran down his spine.
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