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Tears
“Congratulations. The heartbeat is there, it is almost six weeks.”
Ru was finding herself out of words. Abir was holding her hands.
He was eagerly looking at the monitor.
“Ru.. our baby!”
Ru was watching his face.
Last night, after making love, she observed his face in the moonlight.
A peaceful, tranquil face. She is not yet fully used to this face.
How many shades are there to describe a face?
In colors of love … in colors of joy?
Ru kissed him in her mind.
Tears were silently dropping, still, from her eyes.
And she could hear a sharp noise of tearing that appointment letter,
in her mind.
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Tamanna Ferdous
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