In a peaceful village nestled near the mountains lived Malar, a woman whose heart was entirely devoted to her husband, Kathir. One summer, Kathir had to travel to a distant town for work, leaving Malar behind for a few weeks. During the day, Malar stayed busy with her chores and chatted with her neighbors, appearing perfectly fine.
However, everything changed when evening fell. One quiet evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, Malar sat alone on her porch. In the stillness, her thoughts drifted to Kathir—his gentle voice, his laughter, and the way he looked at her. As she sat in her solitude, the memories began to overwhelm her. It felt as though her heart was being consumed by the very thoughts of him. The silence of the house made her longing feel heavy, almost physical. She realized that while she could face the world with a smile, her soul truly felt the weight of his absence only when she was alone with her thoughts.
