The last light of dusk

An abstract scene of love!!

Sitting in his rocking chair on the porch, he was immersed deep in his thoughts. His eyes transfixed on the drowning sun. Something was bothering him, he was still not able to find a solution to his problem. He heard soft footsteps approaching him from behind. A little turn of his head made him realize that it was his dearest wife, with a coffee mug in hand. She put the mug on the coffee table next to the chair , and sat on the armrest of the rocking chair. For a moment, he looked at her and thought how lucky he is to have such a beautiful and supporting soul mate, and then went back to his problem. She was looking beautiful in her black salwaar suit (Indian dress), and her untied hair blowing in the evening breeze partly covered her face. She touched his face and moved her fingers through his hair. She then gently caressed his forehead and kissed him on his temple. He momentarily closed his eyes and when he opened it, she was gone. He could still feel her soothing touch, and with a smile on his face he sipped his coffee and went back to pondering, this time his mind was calm.

Author's Note

Please Comment :) Is it engorssing enough ? or can you connect with feelings ?

Reviews

[Saddam]

Absolute a gergeous story. A live feeling. I can relate it very well. A girl in indian dress come with large beauty.
As this story you put on well. I like it much for what you have done.