Blanket of tears curtained the eyes of Satyapriya. Parikshit slammed the diary.
"Let the other pages be a secret." Parikshit clutched the memoir hard.
The parchments turned into the smoky dust particles as the blazing fire consumed them.
"Let their original token of love sway with the wind." Parikshit mumbled.
Satyapriya and Parikshit stood, intertwinding their palms, gazing at the burning fire. Parikshit shifted his gaze at the shimmering moon, whose rabbit appeared to shine. He patted his sister's shoulder and pointed right there.
"Shilottue of the moon." She giggled.
The end
"Let me perish in the history, let my name sway away by the winds but essence of my life would be remained intact in the person who's my world~" The aquamarine of Dwarka