In a peaceful village lived a kind woman named Ilavenil. She loved her husband, Kathir, more than anything in the world. One summer, Kathir had to travel to a distant town for his business, and he would be away for many weeks.
Every single day, Ilavenil would sit by the garden gate, gazing at the path that led to their home. Her eyes were constantly searching for a glimpse of him. She could almost see his smile and hear his laughter in her mind. The more she waited, the more her eyes seemed to ache with the desire to see him. It felt as if her very soul was restless.
One evening, feeling the weight of the silence, she whispered to her own heart, 'Oh my soul, if you are going to stay with me, please take my eyes away too. For these eyes are consuming me with their endless longing to see him. They won't let me rest until he is here.'
Her struggle wasn't just about being lonely; it was the overwhelming power of her devotion. When Kathir finally returned home, the moment her eyes met his, the pain of waiting vanished, replaced by a joy that filled her entire being.
