In a peaceful village lived a loving couple, Arjun and Meera. Arjun was a woodcarver, and Meera was a weaver. One spring morning, Arjun had to travel to a distant town for a month to complete a special commission. As he packed his bags, Meera felt a small pang of sadness in her heart.
When Arjun left in the early morning, that tiny sadness was like a small seed planted in Meera's mind. She tried to busy herself with her loom, but the thought of him kept returning. As the sun climbed higher and the day progressed, that seed grew into a steady longing. Every hour that passed made the absence feel heavier.
By the time the sun began to set, the longing had blossomed into a deep, overwhelming ache. The quiet of the evening, which used to be peaceful, now felt heavy with loneliness. She sat by the window, watching the shadows grow long, feeling the full weight of his absence. It was only when Arjun finally returned that the long-growing ache of the day finally dissolved into the joy of reunion.
