Samar

Neha, do you ever see Samar in your dreams? Yes, Aunty, Neha asked, lowering her head. Tears welled up in her eyes. He appears in my dreams every day. I dreamt today that we were getting married. He was wearing a blue suit, and I was in a red bridal dress. Aunty, everyone says that morning dreams come true, right? But hes gone, how can a dream come true? I was stunned. I stared at her aching eyes, speechless. I had no answer to her question. I had no interpretation for her dream. The tears dripping from her eyes fell onto my hands. I raised my hands and placed them on her trembling back. I knew I had no words to comfort her. Her long hair cascaded down her back. I thought to myself, How lovely they would have made a couple. I watched her become a bride. -From this very book, Summer! The summer of our lives. In fact, summer is another name for life. Summer is present before us in every moment, at every stage of life. We constantly face it, struggle, lose, win; then cry, get tired, and then start smiling. Crying in small sorrows and then simply smiling in the face of great sorrows, perhaps this is what is called life. All our lives, we practice with small sorrows, because destiny knows that it will be defeated by a big summer. Summer itself never dies; it gives us strength. Summer should never be allowed to die. It must not die. If summer is gone from life, what will remain?