In a peaceful valley lived a kind woman named Meera. She shared a deep bond with her husband, Arjun. However, Arjun was often preoccupied with his work and sometimes forgot to show Meera the affection she deserved. One week, Arjun had to travel to a distant town for business. Meera waited eagerly for his return, counting the days and preparing his favorite meals.
When Arjun finally returned, instead of the warm embrace Meera expected, he was tired and indifferent. He barely spoke to her, treating her presence as a mere routine. Meera felt a heavy sadness in her heart. That night, as she drifted into sleep, she had a beautiful dream. In her dream, Arjun was laughing, holding her hand, and telling her how much he loved her. It felt so real and so warm.
But when the morning sun woke her, the reality hit her like a cold wave. The man in her dream was not the man sitting at the breakfast table, acting cold and distant. She felt a strange ache in her soul. She wondered, 'If you cannot find the time to love me while we are awake, why do you visit my dreams only to leave me feeling lonely when I wake up?' The dream hadn't brought her peace; it had only highlighted the emptiness of her reality.
