Time flooded each of her minutes. Each second, she saw her home sinking in its flow. Her incorrigible tears couldn’t soak the flaming city of her heart. She caught hold of her aching head in her burning palms and tried hard to delve into the void of her soul.

Why did she find him standing midway, staring at her in all her thoughts and in all her actions? Was there no escape from this invisible intruder, who was hell bent on wreaking a havoc in her weary life? Numbed and blunted by the intangible fixated eyes on her, twenty four hours on end, she cried uncontrollably.

A pricking awareness shot painfully through each cell of hers. Was this a begining or an end to a Good Thing? She realized, she was bleeding from sharp wooden slivers.

Splinters, yes it should be. She was ruptured all over by these thin needles. For the last couple of months, she was trying hard to uproot the colossal fifteen year old tree, that she once believed her home.

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