The sky was set ablaze by the reddish light of the setting sun. The air was heavy with gloom; the sepulchral gloom of death. This autumn evening I stood alone. Before me was the person who had opened a new dimension to my life and taught me how to overcome the hardships of life. The one before me had lost the battle of life and was gone forever. .
The bare trees seemed as if their vitality had been sapped, drained from their limbs. The wind blew and not another soul could be seen other than the standing corpse of my beloved and her thoughts enveloped me. I visualized her holding my hands in all her animated yet patient vivacity, leading me to all hardships of life. I longed for that tender caressing hand and craved that affectionate voice. .
In the fantastic land of my imagination the two of us would be forever engaged in silent conversation. Outside the charmed circle of my imagination I felt myself miserably forlorn and helpless. On whose lap would I now find refuge from the harsh realities and drudgery of life and who would share my triumphs. Her very being had been the fountain of endless courage and an irrevocable determination for me. In the direst moments of despondency a word from her would send my diminishing spirits soaring. Now, without her, I was a helpless sapling left to counter the storm of the world alone.
Of all my recollections the most treasured was and is when with a beautiful smile adorning her face and a glittering glow in her eyes she would look at me and tell me not to give up in the struggle of life. How often would she say that the goal is nearer than it seems to the faint and flattering man.
The memories of the bygone days haunted me as I thought of her. She had always been by my side, encouraging me, motivating me to stand firm before all hardships. For me she was like a rock facing the torrential rain until the day she disappeared without a trace.
C herished memories of the past, too painful to remember and too momentous ever to forget-inundated my mind.