Tainting The Void Canvas

20. ●A life without love●

//Waqt ki qaid mein zindagi hai magar

Chand ghadiyaan yahi hain jo aazaad hain//

The soft breezes of late December morning, the trees moving slowly with as the birds swing along with her melodies, she continues to hums.
Clad in her white long shirt, paired with blue faded jeans, masala chai in her left hand, holding the cup firmly, the ring sparkles as the sun rays reflect.

Her hairs still drenched, drops of water covering her deep neckline, as Zain's amber eyes trailed the beads. Her sweet voice, masala chai, and him leaning towards her from her back, what more can be a definition of perfect for him? Nothing, but this.

He smiles and kisses her neck. She smiles and shakes her head.

"I love it when you sing."

"I have a rather bad voice for that, Zain."

"Not for me, love. Your soft voice reminds me of something." He speaks as he sighs.

"Of what? Your mother?" He nods.

Zeenat Amir was a pure soul, a loving mother and a beautiful person. Her portrait in the living room makes her believe that.

"You know she was way too pure for this world. For..." He gulps.

He amber orbs retrospective thousand of emotions, for her, Zain Amir, is an open book. A book she can easily read, whereas she is not, never will be. Amaya Kareem masked all the emotions well for years, from anyone, everyone, Zain included.

Once she led someone to read her, that cause her losses, pain and a broken heart. And now she can't afford that.

"You were close to her."
She smiled. He nodded.

"When Tayi Amma left, I was scared, I thought I won't meet Api again. But that never happened. A year later, I lost Amma, and Tayi Amma became the mother figure."

"You know Amu, I always thought why she didn't leave my father. I still wonder that maybe if she had, she would have been here."

"Zain, don't carry a pain unnecessarily. Life is hard already, don't make it harder."
He smiled at that.

"You know what she said when I asked her that?"

"What?"

"Because she loved my father. And at that time, I had no idea what love is. I think I still don't but"

"But?"

"But you remind me of her, somehow I don't why though,"

"Maybe because I know what love looks like, and maybe you do too just can't picture it."

"Tell me what love looks like?"

"It varies, you know. For me love is complicated. But for you, love is simple."

"Yeah, it is, for me you are my love."