Hope

Neeta dreamt of Diwali that night, and her garden being illuminated by a hundred candles.

It was the 59th day of lockdown, and it was expected to last a few more weeks, since they resided in a red zone. Another 40 days meant the lockdown would end on First of July, and then … they would celebrate with a hundred candles to commemorate each day of survival.

The oil lamp which the fabled Paro had kept aflame for several years, till her beau returned, spelt hope.

It did not matter that Neeta had been suffering from a terminal disease.

P.S.

Paro is the protagonist of an Indian love story (like Romeo-Juliet)

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