In a cozy village nestled near the hills, lived Elango and Meena. They shared a bond of deep affection. One morning, Elango had to travel to a distant town for work. As he prepared to leave, he held Meena's hands and promised, 'I will be back by this time next week. Do not worry.'
As soon as Elango left, Meena felt a sudden emptiness. She sat by the window, watching the path that led to the village. To anyone else, the sun was moving steadily, but to Meena, time seemed to have frozen. Every tick of the clock felt heavy, like a slow drumbeat. An hour felt as long as an entire day. She found it hard to eat or even focus on her chores. Her heart was constantly searching for his shadow on the horizon.
While a week might pass quickly for others, that single day of waiting felt like seven long, exhausting days for her. When Elango finally returned, his smile brightened her world, making the long wait worth every heavy second.
