She has spent two days in the cottage. The same place where once both of them had taken some dreams and had made some promises to each other. Nobody has knocked at her door. She wanted to spend her time alone. She is endlessly cried for two days. She does not know why she is crying. The pain is deep in her heart and always makes her cry. The pain is intense and deep. She prays to God, “please forgive him. Don’t punish him for my tears or pains. Almighty, you can punish me for his sins. Keep him happy and healthy. I am much braver than him. I can tolerate all pains. My pain I only mine now”.
She picks up her stuff and starts driving toward her home.
The Life is not an immune 