The Reunion

The car is approaching the house, slowly, thrusting itself up the hill. Its loud purring seems to disturb the silence of the afternoon, but she hears only the thumping of her heart. As the tiny red spot becomes larger and larger, she sees its windows scintillating in the sunlight, announcing his arrival before he can do it himself.

One bead of perspiration after another makes its way slowly down the side of her forehead. The car stops in front of her door. How long has it been? Ten years. What will he think of her now? Her eyes are glued to the door of the car as a tuft of greying hair emerges, followed by grey eyes under thick grey eyebrows...

Their eyes meet.

- Maitri.