A Hand in His Hand...

"What if we are never able to live our lives? What if we'll never be able to enjoy it? It will never be normal again, never."

She saw the fear in his eyes, but also the ambitions. She knew it was going to be difficult, but it had to be done.

"But we'll be together, right?", there was this peace in her voice, calmness and love.

"Forever yr! Obviously!", an assuring voice, as he said this just on the verge of crying.

"So what else is happiness?"

He was speechless now. The pearls now got off their shells and started falling off the eyes. There was happiness, there was silence, there was the moment. That moment, their moment.

She continued,"You know what, each and every couple lives for themselves, for their well-being. But we are different, right? We are stronger than anyone else, our love is our strength. So let us not make it our weakness na! Let us do what needs to be done. And it's not you or me who is gonna do it, it is us."

The calmness in her voice didn't fade away, because she believed in him, she believed in them.

She wiped his face and said,"If we have the strength, let us use it for something good. Let us not waste it, let us do it!"

She held his hand, as they both stood up. The guy washed his face and looked in the mirror. She was standing by his side, they both had smiles on their faces. A different charm was there, was theirs.

"Now let us go and announce the beginning of a new revolution!", he said as he held his hand tight and walked out of his home.

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There were thousands of people gathered over there, all cheering slogans of development and peace. A person came on the stage, accompanied by a woman whose hand he held, his wife. People started cheering his name as he announced his candidate-ship for the Prime Minister elections. He was different, he was ambitious, he had a dream about a better nation, about a better India. There was a different charm on his face. At-last someone stood for the people. Politics wasn't his career, it was just a ritual for his worship, his worship for the well-hood of the people of his nation. He wanted to bring a change, and he knew that they had to become one. Everyone was excited to see the revolution that was about to come into the nation.

And he just stood there, smiling at the public, with a zeal in his eyes and a hand in his hand.