Probably there was no reason, but he feared. So he found a way out. He started collecting moments, her moments. He bought a camera, photographed all her moments. What camera could not capture, he painted the pictures, pictures of lines on her face when she smiles, lines on her face when she gets happy, when she gets sad, yes, all her moments in pictures. He stored all in a big room.
Time passed, by now the big room was full of her pictures, but still he was photographing her moments, drawing her pictures, such was his love. And the day came when she left the world, he was 82 years old, he cried whole day, but he was not alone, he knew all her cherished moments are safe in that big room. Then suddenly he realised, he had captured her moments, but old age had done its work, his eyesight had fallen, his ears no more talked to him clearly, thinking about it he opened the door of that big room. He took out the first photograph, it was beautiful photograph he had captured when she was singing a song on their 3rd anniversary. And what a miracle, he could clearly see her, he could hear her loving voice, he was overjoyed, such is the power of love, he spent that last day of his life in that room with her and took all her moments to heaven with him !!
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