Spellbound

The whole day she sat and fidgeted. Her world was full of blank spaces and empty stares, and there was a hint of sadness in her eyes.

Even the words wouldn't come easily as they used to. She had to grope for every single phrase, every single line, heavily, arduously.

Her heart brimmed with only one thought, albeit a painful one; and she was lost deep in it, hurting so bad, trying hard to reach out to the ghost that bedevils her cluttered life.

Then suddenly, her face lit up like a thousand blooms and the world stood still for a moment. He was there, in front of her, staring his soulful stare, smiling his silky smile.

He must have seen the stunned look in her eyes. She just sat on her chair, pen in hand, a pile of paper on her desk, gazing back at him, trying hard not to blink for fear that he might disappear.

But he didn't. He was really there - in living color - still pink from the cold of his distant journey, so big, and gentle, and beautiful.

And she melted.