Life Is Beautiful

'The time at current moment is 5:30 am'.

She tapped the button.

'The time at current moment is 5:45 am'.

"Oh, Shut up you bubble clock. Even sun has refused to Wake up since 4 days".

Sally switched off the alarm clock and finally slipped into soft slippers.

It had been raining wet cotton since four days and all roads were blocked.  It only gave a relief to Sally as her ageing body got some rest from daily routine. Her brushed her teeth, noticed two new wrinkles under her chin and switched on the coffee machine.

"Good morning baby.” Mark greeted her with same enthusiasm as five decades before. She turned around to find the cup of hot coffee already warming up the table. "Thank you dear. How come you are awake so early today?", she asked as she immersed into the amazing smell. She always said that he was the best coffee maker in world. Mark knew by the expression of her face that she was enjoying it and did not need any complements. Eyes did the talking there.

"Weather finally cleared last night. So, we can go for out walk today. The snow must have been cleared from the roads by now", he got up putting his jacket over himself.

It was 7:00 am till they stepped out.

Children were running around different snow-men of all shapes and sizes throwing snow at each other. Trees stood frozen with leaves turned white and heavy. Sally took the letters from mailbox and handed them over to Mark. Mark flipped through them and suddenly stooped at one with colorful cover. "Saraswati!” whispered Mark and opened that. Saraswati - was their daughters who choose to arrive in their lives 2 months earlier when they were vacationing in India. They named her Saraswati because that was the most traditional name they have ever heard from the country. She had been a real fighter right from her birth and always did things which made her parents wonder. This letter was no different. They sat on the bench and looked at the letter for fifth time. It was not her handwriting.  In the world of technology, where they would speak face to face almost every other day, she choose to send a letter - hand written. Years had passed, but they could still bet that the handwriting was not their daughter's.

They finally moved ahead and went on for the same daily routine. As daily, Mark stopped by to drop Sally over to city transport. The bus was late. "Everything seems so strange today", blurred out Sally. Mark knew that she was on a roll of different emotions as she was still holding that letter tight in her hands refusing to tuck it into her pockets or bag.

Read Part 2 here..

I had to really think hard on this picture. This was all I could think of at the moment. I promise that I would be back soon with next part very soon. Till then, Keep Smiling:)

This short fiction is written in response to the prompt below by ‘Wings Of Change’

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