Reflections Of Longing

Ajay sits on the rough ground beside a quiet lake, eyes fixed on the sunset.


The water flows gently, holding the sun’s reflection in fragments that break and rejoin, break and rejoin, over and over, like breath.


He watches as the sun lowers itself behind the distant trees, escaping beyond the horizon, leaving a trail of fire in the sky.


The reflection in the water trembles with the breeze, scattering light across the ripples. It mirrors something inside him—broken, fleeting, impossible to hold.


Ajay does not move.


He listens to the gentle lap of water against the shore, the rustle of the wind, the distant call of a bird heading home.


For a moment, the world feels soft, like it is holding him.


But inside, something aches—a longing for someone who will never return, a memory that has nowhere to go.


The sun disappears. The sky turns dark blue. The fragments of light vanish into the water.


Ajay remains, watching the water, letting the darkness wrap around him.


He does not wipe the tears that gather in his eyes. He lets them fall, like the sun falling into the lake, quietly, without a sound.


And in that moment, Ajay understands:


The world keeps moving,

The water keeps flowing,

The sun will rise again tomorrow.


But tonight,

he will sit with his ache,

until it turns into something softer

than pain.

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