By Subhankar Biswas
“My sweet Luna, as beautiful as the moon,” he sang. “My love, as constant as the tide.”
Parting her hands from her face, he’d kissed his shy bride.
A year later, she sits on a hospital bed, staring at a handheld mirror, recalling that first night.
Her lips quiver. The scars will heal, the doctors say, but the accident has left part of her face paralyzed.
She covers her face when he walks in.
“My sweet Luna,” he says, tenderly removing her hands. “Don’t you know the moon has scars on his face?”
But, just for a moment, his eyes flicker.
This could almost read like a prayer.
I liked the way the story was wrapped around the song.
Perfect small story with a perfect ending. Kudos to the author.
Well done… I especially liked the ending!
I liked the way moon is used to personify beauty
It’s so tragically beautiful 🙁
Love that ending.
This is exactly how love should be!
Touching and moving narrative. Couldn’t stop the lump forming in my throat ?.
Simple but a powerful message