She looks out. Almost smiles.

It’s been a while.

She doesn’t remember – the last time. Must have been some time back.

Her memory is not reliable these days.

Her heart also has a head of its own.

She wonders which one’s playing games!

The crutch of memory or the emptiness in her heart.

She tries to think, again.

It’s back for a fleeting moment – and then it is gone.

And when she turns around, she sees him.

She doesn’t know him. Not any more.

But she smiles.

– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –

He stops the car. Looks at the tree.

Looks up. Looks down.

Says a silent prayer: Thank you. For giving me my life back.

LG