A Vision~ If Heart have Tounge.

 A Vision~ If Heart have Tounge.

Zera had lived in darkness, her eyes closed to the saffron dawn and silver moonlight. Siraj had been her lantern, her steady flame. But fate struck cruelly—an accident silenced his heartbeat forever.  

Yet love does not die. Siraj’s heart, though asleep, spoke through his eyes. In that moment of loss, Zera’s vision returned. She saw the neem tree bending like a guardian, the lamp flickering like a child’s laughter, the sky painted saffron and rose. Every color was his voice, every shadow his silence.  

Days flowed into nights, nights into seasons. At Holi, she saw children running like sparks, powders flying, laughter spilling. She whispered, “Siraj, the sky itself is painted with joy. Every splash of red feels like your heartbeat.”  

When the monsoon arrived, rain drummed on rooftops. Zera laughed as the neighbor’s goat slipped in the mud, chewing Siraj’s old shoe. “See, Siraj, even mischief remembers you!” The drops fell like pearls, the puddles shone like mirrors of his soul.  

In the garden, marigolds burned like tiny suns, jasmine breathed his gentleness. Every petal was his word, every fragrance his silence. She tended the flowers as if they were letters from him, blooming anew each season.  

Years passed, but Zera spoke to him every day. “Siraj, I see for you. You feel for me. Together, we are one vision, one heart.” His absence was not emptiness—it was presence transformed. His love became her sight, his silence her song.  

And so, the Tongue of Heart lived on—liquid, eternal, flowing through Zera’s eyes and Siraj’s memory, a river of vision and love that could never dry.

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