"You came in my dreams."
"Really? Don't lie," she said.
"No baba! I am not lying. Every night I go to sleep thinking of you, thinking of our journey, the moments we spent. And in my dreams, I relive those moments again. See, I love you this much," I said.
"I love you too," she replied.
"Who you are talking to?" my mother asked.
"Naah! Nothing," I said.
"Stop staring and talking to your wife's picture. 3 years have passed since her death," she yelled.
"She will always be alive for me," I whispered.
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