The street, the small white house, the gulmohar tree still claim their glory.
They have lived for many years.
But the old couple living in the house have withered with age.
The old man doesn't stand near the window anymore to see the men passing by on the road.
The old woman doesn't walk the road anymore to get groceries from the shop.
They have gone forever, they are now the inhabitants of another world-
a world unknown to mortals..
From that world, they might cast their gaze at the house
where their children grew; they laughed, they cried, they smiled, they had shed tears.
They might also look at the road and the tree and feel the years
they both had lived together, their memories awash with joys and sorrows.
And from there when their eyes smile joyful tears, they might be craving for new lives on this earth again.



Prasupta Roy